Off The General drives off, leaving us outside the train station and some shops. We pick up our bags and start walking.
We’re both damp from standing in the rain for more than an hour following a car accident. The car’s been towed, there’s no train for another half hour, I’m starving and I desperately need a toilet break.
It’s a public holiday so most of the tiny shops are closed but there is a bakery with a sign promising sandwiches open. Hallelujah!
Husband stays with the bags outside while I try and buy said sandwiches.
“Can I have two egg sandwiches please?”
“No sandwiches today.”
Oh dear. Look around for non-dessert vegetarian options. I normally avoid pastries but there doesn’t seem to be anything for it.
“Two pasties please.”
“Two what?”
“Two vegetable pasties.”
“What?”
“Pasties!”
“No pasties today.”
Argh!
“Oh wait, one left. You want?”
One? Guess we’ll share it.
Take it outside and leave it with Husband. Time for frantic hunt for toilet.
Okay, business done, time to eat. Husband has eaten his half and hands the rest over.
I’m left with a quarter of a circle of pastry filled with what used to be frozen peas, carrot, corn and potato. It’s flaky and soft.
Bite into it. Crumbs drop to the ground. Greasy, pretty tasteless, not exactly the thing I was hoping for to cheer me up after the accident.
But it’s food and it’s warm. I eat most of it and throw the dry filling-free knob at the end in the bin. Time to find those trains.
Rating:
Specifics: cheese and vegetable pasty from bakery in Beecroft
Vegetable Pasty
Off The General drives off, leaving us outside the train station and some shops. We pick up our bags and start walking.
We’re both damp from standing in the rain for more than an hour following a car accident. The car’s been towed, there’s no train for another half hour, I’m starving and I desperately need a toilet break.
It’s a public holiday so most of the tiny shops are closed but there is a bakery with a sign promising sandwiches open. Hallelujah!
Husband stays with the bags outside while I try and buy said sandwiches.
“Can I have two egg sandwiches please?”
“No sandwiches today.”
Oh dear. Look around for non-dessert vegetarian options. I normally avoid pastries but there doesn’t seem to be anything for it.
“Two pasties please.”
“Two what?”
“Two vegetable pasties.”
“What?”
“Pasties!”
“No pasties today.”
Argh!
“Oh wait, one left. You want?”
One? Guess we’ll share it.
Take it outside and leave it with Husband. Time for frantic hunt for toilet.
Okay, business done, time to eat. Husband has eaten his half and hands the rest over.
I’m left with a quarter of a circle of pastry filled with what used to be frozen peas, carrot, corn and potato. It’s flaky and soft.
Bite into it. Crumbs drop to the ground. Greasy, pretty tasteless, not exactly the thing I was hoping for to cheer me up after the accident.
But it’s food and it’s warm. I eat most of it and throw the dry filling-free knob at the end in the bin. Time to find those trains.
Rating:
Specifics: cheese and vegetable pasty from bakery in Beecroft