The Accidental Trad Wife

I just wrote a blog that I hated. Seven hundred and fifty words of self absorbed blithering about what purpose is and why I may be lacking it. You’re not missing anything. In essence, people need purpose, people lack realisation of their purpose and I threw in some classic millennial references about what purpose is blah, blah, Fin. 

Instead, I’ll blog about my cottage pie. 

I love cottage pie. It is the ultimate comfort food; hearty, warming, and just simply a hug in a bowl. My husband is not a fan of this beautiful dish, so every time he’s working away for a couple of days I make myself a cottage pie. It’s my little treat, just for me. 

I had thought about my cottage pie for a couple of hours this morning and knew what ingredients I needed. I put on my shoes ready to walk to the shops, and the skies opened. So, I stayed inside and ordered a Tesco delivery instead. Mince was out of stock…so I ordered a couple of rump steaks, cheddar was out of stock…so I ordered parmesan and mozzarella. An unexpected bougie cottage pie.

I browned the beef, and cooked it up in red wine, garlic, chorizo and onion. Then I went back and sat on the couch and started watching a documentary about spousal abuse. 

Half an hour later, I got up, did the washing up for last night’s dinner, and threw some potatoes in the oven for the mash. Then I went back to the couch to continue the documentary. People can be awful, cottage pie is always good.

For the next hour or two I got up every 20 mins to stir the beef and turn the potatoes. I went back to the documentary between food checks; figures show every five days a woman is killed by their ex or current partner…I feel I should put something less factual on while I eat. 

I got up and mashed the potatoes with some butter, mustard and milk and forked them on top of the slow cooked beef. The pie is now in the oven and I’ve topped it off with mozzarella, parmesan and a generous amount of olive oil and salt. 

I’ve changed my watching to the new Netflix documentary on Michael Jackson. I’ll let you know how it pairs with cottage pie.