Soup, sandwiches, cheese and biscuits, yoghurt

After the disappointingly small lunch earlier I was really looking forward to beans on toast for supper, and I don’t think it’s much of a spoiler (given the heading above) to disclose that there was no beans on toast. 🙁

As you will know if you follow Pineapple Sponge on Facebook (if you don’t, come on over – it’s where the chat happens), after my plaintive / sulky review of lunch, I was told by a nice member of staff¹ that a note had been made on the board in the kitchen that records residents’ food preferences that I need larger portions than is standard for the older residents. Thank you very much Emma, or whoever arranged this: my stomach and slowly re-developing muscles greatly appreciate your assistance.

Word was obviously also passed to tonight’s Guardians of the Supper Trolley as I was offered sandwiches then, a few moments later, offered more sandwiches, resulting in the delicious-looking Mt Sandwich in the headline picture. There was a ham one, a tuna one, two tuna and cucumber, two cheese and tomato, and a BLT. (So that’s what happened to the rest of the bacon from breakfast yesterday! 😠)²

There was also, as always, soup: I couldn’t tell you what flavour it was except ‘very nice’ – super creamy, salty in a good way, thick but not too thick to drink from a mug. It’s probably a good thing I normally live some distance from the care home as otherwise, after I leave, they might find a stray Cat hanging around the kitchen door hoping some leftover soup might find its way in their³ direction.

Then cheese and biscuits, for the all important protein (and even more all important ‘being cheese’ factor): four crackers tonight, including a Ritz one (or knock-off version of a Ritz that tastes identical) and one of the ones they call ‘wheatmeal’ but are just digestive biscuits by any other name.

While the quantity of biscuits had increased, I’m pleased to say that the amount of cheese hadn’t decreased proportionately, and there was still really too much cheese for the amount of crackerage. Luckily, amongst the gifts sent to me by you wonderful people that I received today was a box of mixed crackers for cheese.

Unfortunately the box hadn’t been given any packaging to protect it in the post except for the standard card Amazon envelope, so the crackers were well and truly cracked. Fortunately, that meant I could try bits of all of them, and then a few more bits to make sure of my opinion. So far I think the poppyseed ones are my favourites, but clearly much more experimentation is needed on this topic.

Then my usual evening yoghurt, and now the pleasant feeling of a comfortably full stomach (even if it’s mostly full of crackers – I do love crunchy, vaguely salty things, and have now had to put the box away out of sight to stop myself from having more), and I think an early night as I didn’t sleep that well last night thanks to a foolish decision not to use my capsaicin cream before bed as “it doesn’t do much”. Apparently it does, as I discovered in the early hours of the morning when my feet started feeling like they were being electrocuted.

And with that lovely image in mind, I will bid you all bonne nuit. (All that brie had affected my language settings, apparently.)

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1. They’re all nice, obviously – in mean that they told me nicely. ↩︎
2. That’s a joke, BTW, kitchen people. Although not to the extent that I would turn down two rashers of bacon on my plate on Sunday morning. If you’re offering? ↩︎
3. I use they/them pronouns, btw. Just in case you were wondering. ↩︎