Last night a farm shop saved my life, not for the first time
How did you spend your weekend? Gardening? Loafing? Looking after the kids?
I spent most of mine sitting in a field or haring around Gloucestershire.
How does this relate to food? Well here’s the nub. Yesterday very little happened in the case that I couldn’t do from home. I spent the morning poking around Marlborough (nice place) but resisted buying stuff for dinner last night because I had no way to keep it cool.
My girlfriend was working also, so she couldn’t get to the shops. My plan was therefore to stop at a supermarket on the way home around 3.30pm. The trouble was, at 3.30pm I was looking at a crime scene.
Once I’d filed my words it was gone 4pm and the one supermarket I knew the location of in Swindon would be closed by the time I passed.
I was driving back towards Swindon and resigning myself to a takeaway when I viewed my salvation: a sign saying “Farm Shop”. I was almost late to make the turn but went for it anyway.
I screeched into the yard in front of Red Down Farm Shop, near Highworth, which is north of Lechlade in Oxfordshire. or maybe Gloucestershire. To be honest I spent most of the weekend confused about what county I was in.
In any case, my relief when I saw the sign saying “Open” was palpable. Inside the quiet shop there was a great quantity of fresh veg on display, and lots of duck and chicken eggs. I was considering a massive Spanish omlette until I saw that Lord be praised there was some home-cured bacon in a chiller cabinet.
So I made a plan. Into my basket for the princely sum of £3.60 went eight spuds, 12 mushrooms and a pack of bacon rashers (later found to contain six rashers). Chuffed, as I only had a fiver in my wallet, I got back into the car and began my weary drive home.
Back in Bristol, these ingredients were transformed into a breakfast-influenced supper, grilled bacon and fried mushrooms, with a large potato pancake served liberally doused with hot chilli sauce of course.
As we both cleared our plates last night, we were both glad that I’d found somewhere open on a Sunday and managed to avoid the chip shop.