Sausage sandwich; apple; millionaire’s cheesecake

As you can probably tell from the headline photo, which clearly isn’t my work, I forgot to take any photos of today’s lunch. I haven’t yet got into a routine at home that prompts me to stop and take photos like the arrival of food to my bed / chair did until just a couple of days ago, but I guess (hope) that will come over with time.

Today I really could have done with food being delivered to me, too: my legs hurt from pushing them too hard over the past couple of days, my foot hurts because of a minor but painful infection¹, and I’m tired because I didn’t sleep well because of the previous two items and a noisily wet and windy night that kept waking me up. When the carer arrived and asked what she could assist me with doing (as they’re not supposed to do anything for me, only supervise / assist me to do things), I nearly cried, even though all I was doing was taking the sausages out of the oven.

And those sausages – Tesco Finest chipolatas, actually, rather festively – got turned into sandwiches a bit later on, once the bread had defrosted. They were a bit overcooked, so rather crunchier than a sausage should be, but still nice, with a slightly herby, meaty flavour and a good coarse (but not too coarse, given they’re only little sausages) texture. With a small amount of Dijon mustard (all that was left in the jar) they made a very nice sandwich.

Followed by an apple – from the same pack as yesterday’s, but with far more flavour for some reason – then a slice of millionaire’s cheesecake from Iceland, as most things for the next few days will be as I just did a big shop from there.

The cheesecake doesn’t look much like the photo, although whether that’s because it’s an old image and they’ve changed the recipe since, or because it wasn’t a very realistic photo in the first place, I don’t know. The one we have is all chocolate, with a mousse-type texture, and no cheesecake; it’s seriously sweet, very chocolatey, and completely delicious to my current super-sweet tooth.

I may shortly give that sweet tooth some more fuel by having a mince pie (or two): it is (nearly) Christmas, after all!

1. Which I’m treating with Germolene from a tin that I think came with my parents to this house 15 or more years ago – it’s the old formulation, all pink and nostalgic scent, unlike the stuff you can buy now. ↩︎