Dinner is served at the Myerscough household.
Miranda offers up a melange of a pilchards and anchovies, delicately digested and masticated, garnished with a quite exquisite squid foam. Apparently little Bradford found the meal satisfying, if lacking precision and complexity.
Gerald looks on, wishing he’d never bought Miranda that Gordon Ramsea cook book. The food’s all too bloody finicky these days.