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adaezeMany years ago, I went to see the then new David Hare play, Racing Demon.
At one point in the play, one character, a bishop, mentions how much he likes fish cakes cooked in goose fat. I think I was probably meant to think something deep and profound about out-of-touch bishops and the state of the Church of England - instead what I took away was a desire to try cooking fish cakes in goose fat for myself.
It has taken over twenty years, but I have *finally* found myself with both leftover fish, leftover mashed potatoes, and some goose fat, all at the same time. And I can report that the bishop (or possibly David Hare) was spot on. And spot Omnomnom.
At one point in the play, one character, a bishop, mentions how much he likes fish cakes cooked in goose fat. I think I was probably meant to think something deep and profound about out-of-touch bishops and the state of the Church of England - instead what I took away was a desire to try cooking fish cakes in goose fat for myself.
It has taken over twenty years, but I have *finally* found myself with both leftover fish, leftover mashed potatoes, and some goose fat, all at the same time. And I can report that the bishop (or possibly David Hare) was spot on. And spot Omnomnom.
