It is so difficult to make a neat job of killing people with whom one is not on friendly terms

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Tonight's culinary experiment: beef Wellington. Success!

Then we watched Kind Hearts and Coronets (1949), so it was either a tremendously English evening or just a nice finish to a day that included an afternoon with my best cousins. (I am unable to determine from cursory research whether beef Wellington is an authentically British recipe; sources seem to differ, and I got this version from Gourmet. It was surprisingly uncomplicated to make.) The discovery of a Hellenistic temple to Bastet is not more awesome than civil-engineering slime mold, but it does make me happy.

Gotten from several people, as is probably appropriate: reply to this post and I'll tell you one reason why I like you. Then, if you feel like it, go forth and do the same.

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[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Hurrah for successful beef Wellington!

I've always thought it was an English recipe, but I have to admit I've no better reason for thinking that than a combination of "what's always said"* and having first had the dish somewhere near Bath.

*One of the characteristics of the English language which most irritates me is the lack of a proper autonomous form. The choice is between somewhat like the above phrase and "they say..."

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and having first had the dish somewhere near Bath.

That's Heyer-worthy.

You can read Irish. And you frequently point me toward poems or songs that were written in it.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

That's Heyer-worthy.

I suppose it is. I _think_ it was near Bath, at least. I was maybe eleven; we were staying in a country house turned hotel. It wasn't York or London or Henley-on-Thames, I know.

Thanks!