A tale of Two

During chilly February last year a and p visited p’s sister, a violin maker in training, in Newark-on-Trent, England, Great Britain. We had some very nice days and a splendid birthday (p’s) there. The german, french, british, dutch, icelandic violin maker crowd kindly welcomed us and made this trip very memorable. Also this is when and where everything about A tale of Two started.

We where invited into very welcoming homes, with home made bread and honey along with the perfect cup of tea. We walked along the countryside, visited Lincoln’s beautiful cathedral and attended a piano concert in Nottingham. It has been a week, packed with beautiful occasions and people.

This kind of delayed post is dedicated to (maybe) the british national dish fish’n'chips on which we naturally wouldn’t miss out on during our stay. We got several tips and guesses concerning what fish’n'chips store would be best. Unfortunately the most voted for store at North gate had been closed by the time we arrived there. However, what we finally had was heavenly and we were fully satisfied with our fatty and slightly unhealthy meal.

Only a few ingredients, fish and potatoes and the elementary salt, malt vinegar and chip-shop paper. It’s about flavour, about harmony, about purism.