For the second year in a row I've spend Easter at Margy and Ian's (they are Tom's aunt and uncle on his Mum's side). They live in Fareham which is near Portsmouth, about an hour and a half down the coast from Brighton.
Our lunch was delicious, and as always I was stuffed like a turkey on the way home. For starters Margy served avocado and pancetta salad. The main was chicken cacciatore, and I'm now dying to make this dish myself. It was so good! Next up came puddings, too many to choose. I decided to go for the lemon meringue pie, a little of the lemon treat and half of a molten chocolate brownie. Piggy I know.
After lunch we took our walk along a pretty little river. The path we took reminded me very much of the ones my family rode bikes along on Easter days as I was growing up.
As we finished our walk through the village of Titchfield I saw the shortest door I've ever seen! Look at it:
My head reached the top of this teeny door, and it came only to John's shoulder. He'd have to be very careful ducking into that house.
Our walk finished and we went back for tea with a couple more cakes and cheeses. Yep, more cakes! I did have my first ever Bakewell Tart, a classic English treat, which I've added to my list of must make some time. It was so good and almondy.
As you can tell there was a lot of food consumed, but luckily our walk undid some of the damage I'm sure. I enjoyed the day very much and fell asleep full and happy. Although, I did miss my Mom's twice baked potatoes. I wonder if they would survive being mailed here? Ah, probably not. I guess I'll have to wait until next time I'm home for those.
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