Mushroom soup; quiche Lorraine; sandwiches; cheese and biscuits; pear; flapjack

With mum hopefully now engrossed in her beloved Strictly (as it’s affectionately known here; in the US – and possibly elsewhere in the world – I believe it’s called Dancing With The Stars, and if its aficionados have a pet name for the show I don’t know what it is), I hope to get this review down with fewer interruptions, so I’m not still sitting here in two hours’ time desperately trying to remember what on earth I was writing about!

The ‘supper special’ tonight was quiche Lorraine – named for the French region of Lorraine, hence the capital letter – which I was rather looking forward to as it’s a bit of a favourite of mine, particularly in its inauthentic British incarnation where cheese is added to the original smoked bacon and egg filling.

Sadly, as you can see from the headline image, the portion size wasn’t what you would call generous, which made it all the more annoying that it was a rather nice, well-made quiche, even if it did lean to the traditional in being sans fromage. If the chef / kitchen staff here are taking notice of my witterings reviews, as I suspect they may be, could I ever so humbly suggest you make the quiches bigger, or more of them, so residents can have more than three or four bites each? This quiche lover would be very grateful, thank you. 🥺

On the subject of specials, tonight’s soupe du jour was supposedly mushroom but, while it undoubtedly had mushrooms in it – I could see them – they weren’t the predominant flavour.

What the predominant flavour was still escapes me; I’m pretty sure the creamy element was the slightly sour (in a good way) cream cheese leftover from the making of yesterday’s cheesecake, but there was something else in it – vaguely sweet, somewhat vegetal, familiar but annoyingly elusive – that pushed the mushroom flavour to a distant third place. Unless someone here at the home wants to out themselves as a reader by telling me what was in the soup, I suspect it will remain a mystery.

Two cheese and onion sandwiches, one tuna and cucumber sandwich: all fine if not particularly exciting. A portion of cheese and biscuits for later snacking (although not that much later, if I’m completely honest), where the four biscuits were completely outweighed by the quantity of cheese (not a complaint, as it’s the protein from the cheese (and the cheese-ness from the cheese) that I’m really after).

(I forgot to take a photo, sorry, so you’ll just have to take my word for it, but each piece of cheese was at least twice the size and three times the thickness of poor, overwhelmed crackers.)

A cherry yoghurt, just as a change from the strawberry ones I’ve been having lately. A pear, which I shouldn’t have been so impatient to eat as it was still rather hard and tasteless. And a flapjack, from my under-bed stock of treats from Amazon: pistachio, allegedly, although the only flavour I could discern was sugar.

And that’s that for today: no scores because sorry, I still can’t be bothered: I’m tired, don’t feel too good, and am more than anything grateful that I now manage my own meds so can take them whenever I like (within reason, obviously) and don’t have to wait for the nurse before giving up on this “being awake” nonsense for another day.

Goodnight, all.