Finally the fish pie is in the oven. It generated a mammoth pile of washing up, with every pan and kitchen implement used, seemingly. I'm exhausted. Don't even feel like eating now. Good thing that (grown up) son is running late and we wouldn't have eaten until late anyway.
What a faff this dish is. It should be straightforward, theoretically, but always seems to take me an age to put together.
Sorry, long and boring post about fish pie.
It better be blooming nice now.
What dish do you make but find a huge faff?