A year ago today, we had a simple meal of Bangers and Mash (where do the English come up with these names? I've made Toad in a Hole recently, too, and it was pretty good -- but honestly, does that sound yummy to anybody??) in honor of St. George. The Chief was spending his last night in London that day, having been gone for the better part of a fortnight on business.
I've lost track of the Liturgical calendar of late -- The Chief just had back surgery last week, which means now we get to have him home for a fortnight as he recovers from that! -- and I've been, well, a bit distracted.
Anyway, the plan for tonight's dinner (Yes! A plan! On a fancy computer printout, no less!) was a makeshift stir fry using up some leftover boneless pork chops & gravy from two days ago. I had decided -- cleverly, I thought -- to dress up the light gravy with a little soy sauce and ginger, cut up the chops into thin strips, and toss it all together with some veggies, over rice.
Not too English, though.
In a sudden brash fury, I determined to slay my un-liturgical dragon of a menu with a last-minute culinary masterpiece!
In other words, I figured I'd make a cute cake.
Happy Feast of St. George!