Pakora chicken strips, bhaji onion rings, raita; honeycomb zillionaire cheesecake

After yesterday’s excursion I really didn’t want to trek out again, but blood tests don’t wait (particularly when the hospital is too short-staffed to answer the phone), so off I went again. I arrived at the hospital, climbed laboriously up the stairs (my brain wanted to climb normally, but my legs politely disagreed), followed the signs round the corner, up a tiring slope, and around another corner to the designated reception desk. As I checked in for my appointment, I glanced to my right and there, down a flight of six or so stairs, was the front entrance I had left a short while before. Sigh.

Dinner tonight was another easy one as I’m pretty much out of spoons: pakora chicken strips from Iceland (I’ve had them before and loved them¹, although mum found them a bit spicy: oh well, all the more for me!), onion bhaji rings also from Iceland (smelt great, tasted a bit meh), and homemade raita (chopped cucumber, plain yoghurt, mint sauce from a jar, seasoned with salt and pepper: not quite restaurant standard, but pretty good imo).

Dessert came from a box from the fridge: Gu brand honeycomb zillionaire cheesecake, which I strongly recommended mum to leave well alone. Sadly she knows me well enough that that sort of warning just means it’s god and I don’t want to share!

So that’s another day done, leaving me tired enough that I nearly cried when I came home from hospital to an empty house: mum was out for a walk with a friend, and there was no furry face to greet me with a purr, or even an indignant “where have you been?” glare. 😿 Oh well, one day soon I should have puddy tat news to share, as mum has pretty much given in to my watery-eyed pleas and accepted that I’m getting a cat regardless. I’ll keep you informed.

1. When I first had them they were a limited edition item, but it seems enough people liked them that, no doubt “by popular demand”, they made it a permanent inventory item. I have long suspected, although without any kind of proof, that “limited edition” is often used as a way of trialling new products without having to face any embarrassment if people don’t like them. ↩︎