Leek and Potato Pie.
I'm not good at cooking. That's an understatement. I'm really fucking shit at cooking. I get bored and add things when and where they shouldn't be added.
Back when I was 'courting' MissDchurch I invited her over for dinner.
Being incredibly skint and really fucking shit at cooking, I had a look in the cupboards to see what I had to make dinner from.
I had leeks, and I had potatoes. Very little else.
"Leek and Potato Pie" I thought!
I added some chopped leeks and chopped spuds, had no idea about pastry but carried on regardless. The recipe said, "Add milk or cream". I had a little goat's milk (about three thimbles worth). I added that. I looked around for something creamy and spied a half drunk bottle of Baileys. In it went.
As it was cooking, it smelled lovely. I had a mid-cook taste and nearly shat myself there and then. Disgusting.
"Hmmmm" thinks I, "how can I take that dreadful sweetness out?"
Then I saw the pickling vinegar. In it went.
It took the sweetness out alright.
We had ham sandwiches that night.
We've been together five years this year, so thankfully, it wasn't my culinary skills she was after!

The best would have to be a little restaraunt not far from where we live. Fantastic steak and....well everything. Not too much of a story really, apart from it's bloody expensive.
(dchurch bah, Thu 26 May 2011, 15:45, Reply)