When it comes to the old adage that “Wednesdays child is full of woe” I must admit that I, by and large, missed out. Being a Wednesday child the little woe that I’ve probably experienced is/was more than likely of my own making; and obviously so little I can’t pinpoint any!
More likely the expression applied to me should be something along the lines of ” Wednesdays child is full of whoa!”. Strangely, each of the four big operations that I’ve had in the past ten years, were performed on a Wednesday. Things seem to happen on Wednesdays for me. The last post I did had it’s climax, for want of a better word,on a Wednesday!
Those familiar with my ramblings, might recall that in our household, my wife handles the outside, and I handle the cooking.
I rather enjoy chicken pie; now Kerry doesn’t, she reckons they’re tasteless and uninteresting; how she came to these conclusions is beyond me, as I’ve never made one in the 40 years+ I’ve been her personal cook!
At the mere mention of my making a chicken pie I’m sternly advised “No way!”; consequently, I haven’t had one for many, many years, unless you can seriously call a chicken pie purchased from a pâtisserie one, which I can’t and don’t!
Now what’s this got to do with Wednesdays, some may be thinking.
Last Wednesday week,Kerry asked me what we were having for dinner that night and I said out of the blue “Chicken & Leek Pie”; not at that time having given any thought to what I’d be cooking. I’m a masochist, and waited for a second for the explosion, instead of which I got “Okay; that’ll make a change!”
After rising from the floor, regaining my composure, and humbly asking if I’d heard correctly to be assured that I had; I set about in great jubilation, preparing and cooking, a chicken pie.
As you can see from the pic to the right it turned out well, and the date?
07/09/2016 The 7th day of September 2016; not to be confused with July the 9th day 2016 as is written by some amongst us for reasons hopefully best known to themselves 😈
The verdict from my wife?