Whitebait

Did you miss me?

As those of you who were reading last week will know, I’ve been on a course at the National Fire Service College, in the lovely Glawcestershire village of Moreton-in-Marsh. Sadly by the time I booked, all the accommodation at the college, and the less expensive places in the village, were fully booked, so I’ve been slumming it in a luxury hotel. It’s a dirty job but someone’s got to do it.

The downside of luxury hotels is that the restaurant has a dress code, and in any case has prices considerably in excess of the Civil Service overnight allowance. Not wanting to pay twenty-five squids to eat squid – and to be told my shoes aren’t posh enough – I’ve been trying the pubs in the village: On Monday night the Inn on the Marsh, where I had steak and ale pie, and a pint of something that I think was called Busty Betty. Tuesday brought roast chicken and a pint of BB in the Black Bear. I don’t normally have a starter in the evening – well, not since I started Diet Buddying anyway – but they had whitebait, and I haven’t had that for years. I’ve never had it in breadcrumbs, which was a bit odd, but at least it meant the little critters weren’t looking at me!

Back to salad from today!

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