The weather has been wild in recent days: fierce winds and torrential downpours. At least we have been spared the flooding seen further north. The storms have eased off today, so there were leaden skies but not much in the way of rain. And not much in the way of daylight.
We could do with a bit of bright winter sunshine. Cold, crisp mornings, a sprinkling of frost. Sleighbells ringing, chestnuts roasting. Perhaps it will be like that by Christmas, rather than this bleak grey Novemberish weather. As long as the snow doesn't get too deep.
For no particular reason, I baked a fish pie for dinner. Not something I bake very often. Nor pies in general: they always seem more work than is strictly necessary, as you can have a perfectly serviceable meal once you've got past the stewed meat stage, without having to go the whole hog and smother it with pastry. Fish pies are a little easier to justify, as the stewed fish stage doesn't look all that appetising, and perhaps benefits by being smothered with something.
Likewise, I never get round to making lasagne any more. Too many stages.
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