Part 1: Spanish-style omelette hash with salad

Does anyone know of a good second-hand shop? Because I need a new pair: mine aren’t cooperating.

Case in point, the frittata / omelette I tried to make for dinner. All went well until I tried to flip it, at which point my hands decided to slip and slide, leaving me with multiple bits of omelette.

I chopped it up further and called it a hash. Mum said it wasn’t something she would have chosen for herself, but it was good, and proved it by eating every bit.

The ‘Spanish-style’, BTW, is because it included potatoes (from a tin) and chorizo, as well as onions (ready-chopped, from the freezer) and roasted peppers (from a jar), so all I had to do was chop the chorizo, and crack and beat some eggs. Easy!

Part 2: prawn and courgette carbonara

Today started with me making the mistake of blowing my nose, which triggered a nose -bleed that would. Not. Stop.

I’ve had troublesome nose-bleeds for as long as I can remember – one of my earliest memories is of being bundled into a vehicle clutching a bowl under my nose, to be taken to hospital to get my nose to stop bleeding – but they never get any less irritating. I of course cleaned the bathroom basin when I finally got it to stop, but I was still finding flecks of blood for a couple of hours afterwards. CSI IOW would have a field day.

Things then settled nicely, until mum’s best friend sent us both an invitation to go to her house for Sunday lunch. By now you’ll know the reaction that would get from mum:

(Also: I haven’t yet updated the website fully, but I can use GIFs now. 😀)

Things have kind of simmered down now, many hours later, but occasionally mum will still say “it will be alright on Sunday, won’t it?” I don’t know what she wants to hear, given she makes fun of me saying “it’s going to be fine’ so many times a day, but if I find out I’ll let you know.

Dinner was pasta, with sliced courgettes and frozen prawns fried in the fat left over from lunchtime’s bacon sandwiches, stirred into hot pasta with a tub of Dolmio brand carbonara sauce. The sauce was a duet of fat and salt, which mixed with the carby pasta to make something both unexciting and immensely satisfying.

And that’s it for today: there’s athletics that needs watching (have I mentioned before that I love athletics? Because I do), a chocolate cupcake that needs eating, and a mum who will doubtless need reassuring a dozen times or more in what’s left of today.

Sigh.