Whilst away celebrating our first anniversary, Mr B and I stayed in a lovely hotel in Grasmere, in the Lake District: Rothay Garden. You must go and stay there immediately. Along with a fantastic location, awesome accommodation and lovely staff, Rothay has one of the best restaurants ever. Fact. During our visit, we were thoroughly spoilt every time we ate. Breakfast became a meal with several courses, instead of the usual Frosties we had at home. Evening meals were a four-course work of art.
So, you can imagine how disappointed we were to have to return to a life of cooking for ourselves and relatively unattractive meals with only one course. This was made worse by our first post-Rothay experiences.
On the depressing route home from Rothay, we paid a brief visit to a relative (who shall remain unnamed), where we were offered a cup of tea and cake. I gratefully accepted the offer of tea and cake, only to regret this decision when the aforementioned relative paused to chop the penicillin colonies from around the edges of my piece. This was shortly followed by a disastrous Sunday lunch with another relative (who shall also remain unnamed). The lunch consisted of some kind of unidentifiable roast (possibly roast of wellington boot), vegetable mush (caused by severe over-cooking of the vegetables) and similarly over-cooked new potatoes all smothered in mildly gravy flavoured water. This delightful meal was followed by a second course of something pastry flavoured with super lumpy bumpy custard. Yum.
Situation desperate. We are plotting our permanent return to Rothay just as soon as we win the lottery.
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