I can’t believe I ever used to buy smoked mackerel pate from the supermarket when it is so damn quick and easy to make.
A few months ago, the boyfriend and I went on a rather uninspiring daytrip to Maldon. Why? That is a very reasonable question and one I put to him quite bluntly at the time:
“I thought it would be nice to get out of London”
“But why Maldon, what is there to do or see in Maldon?”
“There’s a river and a quay, we could have a picnic.”
“There’s a pond and heath in Hampstead, we could walk there and save the drive.”
“The sea salt you like comes from there.”
“I have some here.”
... and so forth.
Anyway, you know who won. The boyfriend knows that throwing food into the equation usually tips the balance in his favour, so he offered to buy me lunch. Had I known the choices I would be presented with upon arrival in Maldon, I would have stayed put. However, one good thing was to come of this lack of culinary choices. Mackerel.