Toad in the Hole

It's Grand National day and a special day it is too when normal folk venture into the artificially lit shop of a bookmakers with screens on one wall, the pull outs from the Racing Post showing the runners and riders of the day's races on another, a fruit machine or two and the sales desk, usually at the far end of the shop. However today there are betting slips for the National strewn across the tables and the regulars, squinting into the sunlight on the regular occasions that the door opens, complaining that they're not getting their regular service. I stick £2 each on Ballabriggs, Chicago Grey and West End Rocker for wins and finish disappointed, which is more than I can say for 2 of my horses.
I decide that Toad in the Hole is a good way to commiserate, sausages in a primary sea of onion batter with a secondary splash of gravy. Lovely.

Toad in the Hole