Perfect reflections

To top the day and the weekend off we had one of our newly discovered favourite for tea - cheese, bacon and potato pie from Marks & Spencer; if you can recall we discovered them for the first time last week and our opinion remains the same. The second time around they're still ridiculously tasty but tonight we found the perfect accompaniment to go with them. To be honest we just kind of stumbled across it in a I wonder what that will taste like kind of way. You see we were just going to have mashed potato and vegetables with the pie and that's exactly where we were heading; the pies were in the oven and the potatoes were boiling away, then I had a light bulb moment.

I took the butter from the fridge ready to mix in with the potatoes when a jar of whole grain mustard caught my eye; it just kind of sat there and waved at me. That's when the moment hit me, I wonder what that would taste like mixed into the mash, I bet it would taste real good and give it a bit of a lift. I've honestly absolutely no idea why I was thinking such thoughts but I couldn't keep them to myself; I turned to my baby and asked if he'd ever had mustard mash? He hadn't and to be honest neither of us had even heard of the combination before; not that we watch many cookery programmes, read cook books nor eat out at fancy restaurants very often. But we both liked the idea, so much so that we agreed to give it a go and risk possibly ruining a perfectly good serving of mashed potato and the main accompaniment to the pie. It was a bold move, we both like our food, we both eat a lot of it and we were both hungry, so if it didn't work out we were in for a hungry night. That's our take of life on the edge, others jump out of planes or climb sheer mountainsides - we risk messing up the mashed potato, so gay! (Those are my baby's words by the way - credit were credit's due; he's funny and makes me laugh, I love you so much babes xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.)

I mashed the potatoes as per normal and then came the moment, once complete I mixed in a tablespoon of the mustard - my baby was looking on with baited breath at this moment it was just so funny. I tasted it, my baby tasted it, not bad but it could use some more was the general consensus; I added another tablespoon, we tasted it, I added one more for good luck and good health and..............

It was awesome, just totally awesome and for some reason, we don't know why because we're not chefs, it just went so well with the flavours of the pie. I guess maybe cheese, bacon and mustard are a good combination but really who cares, we loved it; so much so after my baby took the first mouthful off his plate with the pie he stood up, walked over to me and planted a big sloppy mustard mash kiss on my cheek.

For dessert we had trifle, not made by our fair hands, we cheated and bought it from Marks & Spencer - it was a family sized one and I think it's supposed to serve four; there's none left, as I said we both like our food. But it was more than the food, the whole experience just got me in the mood, it just felt so warm and homely, fine food shared with my wonderful boyfriend, it touched me. So much so that I made the effort and brewed some filter coffee; and we sat around the kitchen table drinking coffee and sipping Brandy. We sat there for the longest time, talking, laughing and reminiscing at the wonderful memories we made together over the weekend.

It's been a perfect night - it's a perfect reflection of the weekend, it's a perfect reflection of us............ Goodnight, sleep well. With love from the both of us xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.