Today, as every day, we put the new potatoes into a pan to cook.
Ten or fifteen minutes later they were drained and kept warm, ready for lunch.
On the first quiche order the salad was prepared and then the coleslaw and new pots added and went outside to a lady in the sunshine.
Who fortunately had a sense of humour.
Her new potatoes were raw.
The gas hadn't been on.
When I went to speak to her to apologise she was utterly lovely.
She says she's coming back again tomorrow.
I shall personally check those spuds.
On another table outside a couple pulled out a folded page from last year's Essentials magazine which featured the tea rooms and stories of various customers-of-the-day. I suggested if they wanted that accolade then they had to do something pretty eccentric (like eat a raw potato). The gentleman suggested he might serenade everyone in the garden.
That would have done it.
He didn't.
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