Very early in my first marriage, way back in Spring 1959, Valerie, who was finding her nurturing-wife feet, came across two recipes submitted to the Fleet St women's magazine she was sub-editor of, and had the bright idea of combining elements of White-Fish-In-Cider and Cod's-Roes-With-Something-or-other-else.

The resulting concoction was so spectacularly, horribly inedible, that, thenceforward, right throughout our ½-century marriage, "Cod's Roes In Cider" became our eternal all-purpose private-language phrase for, or denunciation of, any particularly spectacular booboo or flopperoo...

I'd call that "epic"!

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