We were going to have beef, but then Jen said she wanted turkey, so we added it to our order, which did mean driving out to Preston first thing.
As the order contained salt beef, we also needed some pretty good fresh bread, which would have meant a trip to the insanity that would have been Tesco, but then we remembered the small bakers in Wingham, which is on the way to Preston.
Despite it not being fully light, the roads were already busy, even off the A2 through Aylesham to Wingham.
I parked on the main road, nipped over and got two packs of crusty rolls before dodging between the traffic back to the car and onwards.
The butchers do just orders at this time of the year, all are bagged and numbered waiting for payment, most of their hard work is now done.
I produce my lottery number, exchange it for the large bag and then remember to pay.All done.
Back home past Sandwich and Deal on the by-pass, traffic already mad, so it was good to get home, park up and let out a sigh which meant, we've either got everything cos we're not going out again.
After breakfast I boil the bones I bought last week, adding onions and carrots, then after boiling, the huge pan simmers for two or so hours until there was a very fine stock left.
I drain that into a bottle, fill up and put in the salt beef, so that it would be all cooked and hot by supper time to have with the fresh rolls.
So through the day the house filled with the smells of boiling meat, and windows were all steamed up.
We eat the rolls at six, the meat still steaming, all flavoured with wholegrain mustard and pickles.
Very nice indeed.
For the evening we watch Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, which was OK, just about. But took itself too seriously, or not enough laughs.
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