Show Us Your Fish Cakes Glo!

Had a spiffing morning at Henry's mainly because he scrambled off just after I arrived. But before he went we had our usual bit o' banter. Apparently I'm lovely and small would I care to go to a quaint old pub on Sunday to hear an Irish folk group?
Soul Queen Gloria said no.
Don't do folk at all.
This old heart of mine prefers The Isley Brothers and other black entertainers.
Which reminds me, Mr Persistent also asked if I'd like to go to the Cliffs Pavilion to see a show or play in the new year. He now had Gloria's full attention because I love the theatre, used to go lots when in London, but since ditching the soot for the seaside my visits have dwindled...and so I said yes and that I'd look through the brochure. So glad I did...
The West End production of 'Dancing in the Streets' is heading up the line likewise 'Witness for the Prosecution' and 'The Woman in Black'. So methinks that providing he doesn't die in the meantime Glo will accompany Henry to the theatre.



I mentioned fish cakes earlier well...

I've made them.
I mixed some freshly made mashed potato with a can of salmon then added a good spoonful of anchovy essence, a touch of lemon juice and some salt and pepper.
Took mounds of the mixture into my hands, formed them into cakes, dusted delicately with flour, dipped into beaten egg then gently covered with fresh breadcrumbs.


Now as the weekend approaches dizzying me with its fun and spending I really must dash.
Hope all my readers have a good one, especially Digger, Nof, Lord Byron, Jerry, Sweetie, Johnnie and the elderly Mr Guinness.

And my brave friend across the ocean, my American Duchess, way to go girl...