Prawn and asparagus fried rice / churros with caramel sauce

Last night, before lying down to sleep, I set my alarm so I would be awake in plenty of time to help mum get ready for church. But I don’t need my phone’s ringtone because I’ve got an alarm cat, and her snooze button only works when it wants to.

When mum got up, I asked her if she wanted to go to church and her initial response was a horrified “no!” I managed to persuade her to go, but it was barely an hour before she was back, with a nasty headache that had forced her to leave early.

There followed a long, long couple of hours of mum perseverating (looping) on “my head hurts, will they (doctors) fix me, they won’t hurt me, will they?” It went on for so long that my sympathy evaporated into an “I know mum, yes mum, no mum” loop of my own.

Around mid afternoon, mum got up and ate a piece of banana cake with cream, another piece of banana cake with the last of the cream, and an entire tub of coffee ice cream. The resulting sugar rush sent her out into the garden with what felt like every tool we own, most of which got misplaced at least once, turning up only when I got up to help mum look, but usually just before I got to wherever the missing item was sitting in plain sight.

(I was doing our grocery order at this point, btw, if it sounds like I was doing nothing and objecting to being asked to do something.)

That didn’t use up all the sugary energy, so mum took the washing off the dryer, folded and put it away (except for one of my flannels, which for some reason she threw at me instead 🤷‍♂️), and nagged me (sorry, repeatedly suggested at me) to put some more laundry in to wash.

For dinner I did a classic ‘pre-grocery delivery clean-up’ meal: asparagus (going soft and bendy) and spring onions (ditto) with prawns (from the freezer), eggs (from the egg box), and microwave rice (from the cupboard), with the spice pastes from a Simply Cook nasi lemak kit.

I thought it was really good. Mum doused hers in French dressing and then ate it quite happily, although I doubt hers tasted of anything other than French dressing.

Then, trying to cater to the prevailing trend of ‘sugar’, I cooked a pack of frozen churros. The first churro got one bite from mum before being rejected because “I want something sweet”. A stick of doughnut covered in cinnamon sugar and dipped in caramel sauce was apparently not sweet enough, which is a bewildering thought.

I ate them all – can’t let them go to waste! – and have only just started to lose the resulting 🤢 feeling. I’m glad it’s a bank holiday tomorrow as, coupled with the mug of coffee I’m about to drink – I asked mum to wash my mug, and she made me coffee in it instead, and it would be rude not to drink it – I may not sleep well tonight.

I hope y’all have a better night, and I’ll see you tomorrow.