Breakfast: scrambled eggs, bacon, baked beans, toast and peanut butter; lunch: roast dinner – gammon
And so another Sunday comes rolling around; obviously it’s been a whole week since the last one, but it feels much less – the days all roll into one atm. It’s strange to realise that I’ve missed the whole of autumn this year: when I went into hospital it was still pretty much summer, and by the time I get home it will be almost Christmas. My favourite season has been something that happened for other people this year.
And on that sad note: breakfast. Sunday here means cooked breakfast, and I ordered my usual scrambled eggs, bacon, baked beans, and brown toast with butter.
The scrambled eggs were, as usual, well-cooked (as in firm), the bacon was fine but once again only one rasher (why, cruel fates, why?!), the baked beans were their usual baked bean selves. Ketchup brought a bit of acidity that I hadn’t realised I had been missing in my food.
Then peanut butter (from my own stocks – and it feels so good to have my own stocks of things, thank you so much everyone) on my toast, which I did know I had been missing as it has been one of my major food cravings over the past few months.
The toast was cooked fresh for me but was still cold and bendy – being carried from the kitchen to my bedroom, on a different floor of a different building, doesn’t do toast any good at all – but enough butter and peanut butter covers a world of problems. (One thing I’m not looking forward to is y’all seeing how quickly I can go through a jar of peanut butter. 😬) Finished off with a banana, which was better than it looks in the photos: it was a bit ripe for my tastes – I prefer my bananas when they’re still green around the stem – but wasn’t bruised or anything.
After a morning of doing not much, both because I’m having problems with my chronic pain atm and because it’s Sunday, so why not?, it was time for lunch.
The Sunday roast today was the somewhat unusual combination of gammon and Yorkshire pudding, served with roast potatoes, roast parsnip, red cabbage, and the abomination in vegetable form which is cauliflower. (Kindly excuse the mess on the side of the plate in the photos: that’s where I removed the cauliflower post-haste!)
Everything that remained on the plate was good – good quality produce, cooked with skill – but I’m not sure it all went together as a meal.
The gammon was a nice bit of cured pig – not too salty, decently tender – but gammon has a fairly subtle flavour which was almost entirely smothered by the gravy1. The red cabbage didn’t taste of anything much but sweet, and the parsnip (just one piece again – I really must remember to ask for extra) was also sweet, as was the gravy, so it was all a bit one-note. The roast potatoes were fine, as was the Yorkie (Aunt Bessie’s finest, or the catering suppliers’ own version of – again, no judgement, my chef BIL swears by them).
I couldn’t have today’s dessert – fruit cocktail with cream – as it had oranges in it, so I asked instead for an apricot and mango yoghurt which I made into what I intended to be a sort of parfait with a pot of peach pieces (thank you very much to the person who bought those for me – you will probably see a lot of them in the blog over the coming days, but be assured I’m eating even more that you don’t see!), but which ended up looking so messy I didn’t take any photos. It was very nice, although it’s difficult to see how it’s possible to mess up fruit and yoghurt.
Scores:
- Breakfast: 8/10 – bonus point for the peanut butter, which obviously had nothing to do with the kitchen but I’m rating the meal.
- Lunch: 7/10 – that covers main and my ‘homemade’ dessert – I’m hurrying to finish before the latest dose of Oramorph makes itself known. 🥴
As always, I will (probably) be back for a supper review, which will be almost entirely made up if things that have been sent to me. Could be fun, and will definitely be tasty!
- The same slightly-too-sweet gravy as last week; either they make it in big batches and freeze it for later use, or it’s made using a pre-made concentrate. No judgement if so – just an observation. ↩︎
Is it pineapple sponge today? 