Brie and ham omelette, patatas bravas and salad; peach and berry pudding and cream

Not much achieved today, I’m sorry to say, except for me continually reminding mum to drink water (or apple juice, or fruit tea) to ward off what sounded very like an impending UTI. Mum might not remember what happened last time she had one but I do, and I’m in no hurry to revisit one of the worst days of my life. (I will get around to telling the full story on this blog eventually, but for now I will give you the short version, which is that mum forgot who I was but remembered enough to repeatedly call begging me to come and see her, while I was in a hospital on the other side of the Solent. Even now the memory of that day makes me want to cry, so mum just had to put up with my nagging until I was convinced she was genuinely feeling better.)

With so little done I had no excuse for not having dinner all planned out, and don’t know how it got to quarter to five and mum’s daily question of “what’s for dinner?” for me to realise I had no idea. Some frantic internet searching later, I was able to offer an omelette to go with the ready-made patatas bravas which I bought to go with Sunday dinner before changing my mind what I was going to make without changing the grocery order.

The patatas bravas were nicely crunchy, and probably would have been flavourful if I had followed the instructions and tossed them in the provided chilli sauce. Knowing mum’s sensitivity to all things spicy, though, I opted to serve the sauce on the side, which was a good decision as it definitely had a kick to it.

The omelette wasn’t the most elegantly made or served, but it tasted good despite being made to my signature “throw stuff in and see what happens” method: it was basically eggs mixed up with salt, pepper, dried herbs, chopped ham, and cubed brie, cooked in a frying pan until the top was cooked and the bottom stuck to the pan. 🙄

For afters was something that was meant to be a fruit cobbler, but I threw in too much milk to the cobbler mix and ended up with something that was pourable instead of spoonable. It took an age to cook – the first time mum stuck a spoon in it, it was still liquid under the apparently cooked surface – but was a very nice fruity pudding, if not one that’s ready for the cookbook just yet. (I have it vaguely in mind that I might produce a Pineapple Sponge cookbook of simple recipes for low spoons days. Whether that idea will ever be anything more than just an idea, I can’t yet say: I tend to have lots of ideas which never go any further than the inside of my head, and now the inside of this blog post.)

After all that creativity I’m desperate for sleep, and my hands have got that shakiness that means I overdid things, so there I will leave things for tonight. See you tomorrow, all.