Yesterday seemed to disappear and along came three grandchildren needing minding. When I arrived home, all I wanted was bed. It was late last night and the rain was bucketing down outside. I fell into bed about 11:15 pm and slept in this morning. Squabbling children, a screaming tantrum thrower and a yappy puppy do that.
So Saturday snippets have turned into Sunday lunch. I decided to do an eat from the pantry, a bit like knit from the stash. I can order organic eggs with my fruit and vegetable order and had about ten left. I like eggs, but I don't think about them much and they have to be cooked just right for me. That means either mixed or with very firm yolks and well cooked whites. Runny yolks I just can't cope with and the smell and feel of the whites churns my stomach. There was some fairly substantial white bread left in the freezer which tasted OK, especially for white bread. So out that came. Big thick slices of some reasonable brand.
The top picture shows three fairly fresh eggs. I've had them possibly three weeks and they are still far fresher than supermarket eggs. You can see the white is still almost jelly around the yolk. I whisked them up with a fork and had trouble whisking the egg white as it was very thick and firm. I added some good freshly ground pepper and a bit of salt and some milk till the mix looked right.
I cut the bread slices in two and put them to soak.
In my good heavy pan I melted some butter and put the soaked bread in. When it was nice and brown I turned it carefully. It's easy to break, but these slices were solid and turned well.
So here's the lunch plate. Two slices of bread and some vegetables. There would have been some healthy rocket s well but when I pulled the packet from the fridge, it felt very squishy. It was disgusting and smelt like silage, which I can assure you is very green, very rank and putrid. Lots of good food especially in a drought for cattle but definitely not for my lunch plate.
Two nectarines finished my lunch which was very enjoyable and substantial. Sorry about the shadow, it's not my head, I think it's the edge of the lens. I've seen questions about it on photography forums but no solutions.
I'm psyching myself up to get back to the Transatlantic Shawl by Stephen West. I put it down about three months ago and haven't touched it since. Just sort of lost interest. However, I've seen some photos in other blogs of it and am beginning to regain my enthusiasm. It's not at all difficult and looks good, I just haven't done it. Mine is in a creamy white and a soft grey-green.