Swineherd's Pie

[desperance]

Tonight I get to invent my supper. I have pigs' cheeks and mushrooms and onions and garlic and wine and cream, so that's easy. And once it's all stewed down into an unctuous gorgeousness (oh, and I might add a head of fennel too) then I shall put same into a dish and top with mashed potato and crisply goldenify the top and oh yes. I shall call it swineherd's pie, for obvious reasons (because "pigsty pie" sounds much less pleasant, since you ask).