When Matthew suggests places to eat, I am skeptical. Not least because he is terribly skinny and hasn’t eaten a substantial meal since the accident, but also because he so seldom suggests sumptuous eateries. We met his charming friend Amber in town before heading off for lunch. The Mustard Seed finds itself perched on the River Og, and when I say perched, I mean right on the edge. The view from our table was rather lovely.
We each had one course. Mine was the roast pepper and feta quiche. Alas, I did not have the foresight to take a photograph. But I remember it as though it were yesterday. One can often tell when food is homemade. There is something extra, I call it love. Love was present in this quiche. Beautiful shortcrust pastry, fresh fillings and delightfully melted cheese. I felt as though I were at my home. Not St Nick’s home, but my own.
Matthew in his Welsh Wisdom TM, opted for the bacon and brie panini. As you can see, the bread was not homemade, but the bacon was sensationally thickly cut. The Brie just melted beautifully. All together this was an economic but substantial fare. When I make these, I like to fry the bacon in white wine and olive oil to give it an extra edge. And pepper the brie with some form of fresh chilli.
Amber, being one of the most obfuscating pescatarians I have had the pleasure of lunching with, went for the pea soup. This was the last portion of the day as the soup is made fresh and evidently quite popular with the red corduroy vested people of Marlborough. It was light and thin, chocked full of actual vegetables (not half stock as some soups are, naming no names). I thought this soup was utterly delightful and will endeavour to make it myself.
In all the Mustard Seed Cafe is a lovely homely place to lunch or breakfast. I had a marvellous time except for the confused end of summer wasps, who flooded the cafe at their leisure. But hopefully by the time this post is out, and by the time archivists have come to read it, this should no longer be an issue.