Lady Barton St Mary was planning to go shopping in order to cook a meal for tomorrow. However,at 4.30pm, as I was trying to nap under the counters at the back of (almost) voluntary work, she sent me a text.
“I didn’t manage to get to the shops today. Too busy. Please get some braising steak, mushrooms, dome button onions, potatoes and greens.”
I had no problem getting the shopping, it was just one item that was bothering me. I didn’t know what a dome button onion was. I’m sure they’d sell them in Waitrose, but I was shopping in Tesco. I thought my chances of getting a Tesco employee to lead me to the dome button onion sections would be slim.
Thankfully, Lady BSM called me again just before I set off.
“Hello,” she said, ” did you get my message?”
“Yes, thanks,” I replied, wondering whether to ask the question or not.
“Thanks for doing this for me. I’m just so busy at the moment,” she explained.
“No, it’s not a problem,” I explained, “there’s just one thing I need help with. What’s a dome button onion?” I asked, pen poised to take notes.
There was a pause on the line while she composed herself.
“Oh. Sorry. I thought you’d guess it was a typo. It’s meant to say ‘Some button onions…”