Last night for dinner, John made me Shepherd's Pie. Now you may think you love food, and you may think you have an all time favorite food, but there is no comparison to my love of Shepherd's Pie.
I had never even heard of it until I moved to England and John's best friend, Leon, had us over for dinner. When he told us he was making Shepherd's Pie, I automatically thought of a pie with crust. I pictured something very much like a chicken-pot-pie.
Now for those of you who may not know, I am not a big lover of cheese and not too long ago onions were my mortal enemy. So when he laid a plate full of something covered with browned cheese and several onions spilling out, I was thoroughly frightened and confused.
I politely said, "Oh, what's in this?". Trying with all my might to sound more interested in learning about the dish then terrified of it.
"Well, there's mince (the American translation is hamburger meat), onions, gravy, mashed potatoe, corn, cheese, and peas."
Oh no, peas?! Those tiny little green balls would be the death of me! What kind of country puts all those awful things together?! Well now they are both staring at me, waiting for me to take my first bite of Shepherd's Pie.
Oh and what a bite it was! It was on that fateful day that my addiction for Shepherd's Pie was born. Now I get John to make it for me as often as I can. Last night was one of those delightful times.
Moving away from one beautiful thing to another, Friday was my nephew's first birthday. Yesterday, was his birthday party.
He was very interested in eating the toys on his cake and was quite distressed when my sister took them out of his mouth. He was pleased once again when cake was put into his mouth instead.