|Producer Jane Stewart with her tempting selection of Anster cheese|
|Foodies flocked to Crail Community Hall|
|G H Barnett & Sons had an irresistible array of fresh bread|
|Bread wasn’t the only goodie on offer from G H Barnett…|
|Sun, sea and sand – Crail beach|
Crail harbour Gallery and Tearoom was our next port of call, and here L and I each partook of a slice of very sweet and tasty lemon drizzle cake. The only slight bone of contention was that Yours Truly asked for a glass of tap water and, when offered hot water with a slice of lemon instead, accepted gratefully. Little did I suspect that I would be charge £1.30 for the said hot water! Refreshing though it was, I felt the charge should have been made clear by the waitress when she offered it as an alternative. However, I’m really splitting hairs here: the hot water experience was a relatively minor blip during an otherwise lovely visit, and the yummy lemon cake more than compensated.
|Nichola Fletcher was “game” for a cookery demo|
To complete our “foodie heaven” experience, we returned to the Community Hall and attended a game cookery demonstration by cookery author Nichola Fletcher. Having previously interviewed Nichola for a feature in a farming magazine several years ago, I’d been keen to see her “in action” at some point, and it proved well worth the wait. During her one-hour slot, she managed to demonstrate four different game dishes – each working out at less than £2 per portion, in deference to the recent credit crunch and its impact on people’s food budgets. On the menu were duck risotto (finished with Anster cheese), ham’n haddie served with vegetable ‘seaweed’ (a veggie stir fry), pigeon breasts pan-fried to perfection, and game meatballs served with salad and a spicy sauce for dipping. It was an spectacular feat (and feast!) of oven time management and hob ergonomics – and particularly impressive to someone such as myself, who struggles to get potatoes ready at the same time as the mince!
Sadly, as Nichola drew her entertaining demo to a conclusion, so our day of gastronomic self-indulgence also came to an end. All that remained was for L. and myself to clamber back into the car and wend our way homewards to share our purchases with our families. To keep our respective spouses happy, we had purchased them each a bottle of the St Andrews Brewing Company’s award-winning Crail Ale – which seemed somehow fitting.
|Spotted: the “not so secret” Secret Bunker en route to Crail|