When we were at primary school sometimes they did shepherd's pie, it was really horrible, a tasteless brown slop with a cold lumpy white paste on top. Ever since then I've avoided the dish like genital warts (actually with more success come to think of it) and whenever Liza suggests making it I've een so irritatingly lukewarrm that she always gives up. But yesterday I was half-asleep when she mooted it and so I wasn't focused enough to muster the resources to truly stifle her enthusiasm - with the result that we had cottage pie for dinner.
Predictably enough, with her recipe that involved cooking the mince with fennel and celery in red wine and topping with a delicously smooth and creamy nutmeg mash, that was itself topped with cheddar, it was a truly lovely dish. Enhanced with a side salad of blue chees and walnuts I felt a bit bad for being such a cunt about it for the last ten years.
But the main point of interest for you guys will be the hilariously bad pictures that I honestly did not do like this on purpose.
