Thermidor

I suspect a number of people reading this who have learnt my ways will be surprised to hear that, up until tonight, I have never eaten a lobster thermidor. Finally this evening I popped my thermidor cherry.

Gastronomically the day started very badly, with a strawberry yoghurt and a banana at the Medway Premier Inn. I slunk into Bergman and took myself back to The Hundred of Hoo where there’s a school that sounds like a sci-fi entity. We did a load of experiments that help explain the properties of gas and various sciencey engineering basics. We filled a pleasant morning. Then as the weather finally broke I drove myself back to London and mumbled lines to myself while ordering packing materials on Amazon and trying to arrange people to help with a self tape tomorrow.

The partitioning is starting to overlap. I need to clone myself. Instead I’m just feeling mildly schizophrenic. And still, there’s always time for lobster.

West End perks, innit. Lou booked a half price meal at J Sheekeys and we went and sat at an oval table after the show, right by the star of the show and a much loved director. There were some Americans in there as well, flying the flag for embarrassingly awful Americans in London. They were shouting at the top of their voices to each other all night. I tuned them out and got the thermidor.

Napoleon is tangled up in the origin of this dish, I’m told. Thermidor, for the hot months. Take all the lobster out, mince it with mustard and cheese, put it all back, charge a millionty twelve hundred pounds for it.

I got mine half price and it was worth it. I wouldn’t want to pay full just as the food to money ratio is out of whack and I’m a gannet. But tonight it was perfect and we both ate handsomely late at night and left feeling happy. When I get my first West End gig I’ll probably spend my wage in there.

Home now and an alarm set for early so I can get my facts straight about the history of the globe before filming a self tape and drilling lines for the weekend while booking vans and accommodation and workers. No time. No time. Where’s my PA when I need one? Maybe that would be a better spend than all the lobster thermidor.