Yesterday it was storming something awful. Rain, huge winds, and lightning. Cold and nasty.
It might have been a good day for a lentil stew or a potato potage, but we needed lunch, now.
Besides, we've been planning on having Welsh Rarebit. Had the good cheese in the fridge.
OK, it was a slap-dash job. The egg wasn't beaten well enough, and not blended into the cheese-and-ale mix well enough. So what? It tasted perfect. Really, really filling, too.
Ms. Mole and Mr. Toad needed a nap.