Confession time. Any vegetarian scorners avert your eyes. Though if you’re that way inclined and reading a vegetarian blog I’m a tad confused. Annnyyyway…here goes. There actually are some meat dishes that I miss. That I crave from time to time. Shock. Horror. However it’s not so much the actual meatiness, but usually either the grease (gross, right?) or the memories attached to them. Sometimes both. In this case (and thankfully so) it was the latter that I was pining for. A meaty memory. On cold wintery days, I would rush home from primary school, often sopping wet (apparently a 10 minute walk is not far enough to warrant a lift home, even on stormy days. Thanks mum and dad.) hoping with all my heart that Sheperd’s pie would be on the menu for tea. I was a sucker for all things potato – still am, though to a far lesser extent – and digging into a bowl of creamy, cheesy mash piled above a rich, hearty, and yes meaty, filling (drenched in tomato ketchup of course – what else do you expect from a ten year old?) was bliss on a grey day. Continue reading
