Mmm... pie

A short entry before the parental invasion.

Last week truly was an exceptional week for cooked dinners and culminated last night in PIE. More specifically, steak+ale pie. This was very good indeed. France, as a country, is sadly lacking in pie.

Yesterday also saw a visit to a trendy wine bar in Batignolles and eating the olives (proffered as nibbles) with two friends who don't like olives any more than I do. This reminded me 1. why I don't eat olives very often, and 2. of a cruel Easter episode in Sardinia involving my unsuspecting cousin Jamie, the foil wrapping from a mini-egg, and an olive which looked remarkably like, well, a mini-egg.

PIE

As for the rest of last week, you can assume that, if there are any evenings I have not told you about, they finished with beer and friends.

Meanwhile I am planning the holiday of a lifetime for next Saturday. The excitement mounts.