I’ve been forgetting to eat lately. More and more, I find that 10pm rolls around and just as it crosses my mind that it might be the perfect time to pop my jammies on and snuggle down for a while before bed, I realise I haven’t eaten dinner. Sometimes I realise I haven’t eaten lunch either. Or breakfast. By 10pm of course, the last thing I feel like doing is cooking up a meal and, into the bargain, even if I had the energy or the inclination to get busy in the kitchen, I get the heeby jeebies when I think about all that chomped up food just sitting in my tummy while I snooze. Nevermind, ‘a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips’. Try ‘piggy piggy night time feast – piggy piggy big fat beast’. Shudder.
Last night though, I did remember to eat. Only trouble was, when Ol’ Mother Hubbard (for the purpose of this blog – I am Ol’ Mother Hubbard) looked in the cupboard – the cupboard wasn’t quite bare but it was hardly crammed full of culinary options. Taking hardly any time at all to decide (that’s how little choice there was), I plumped for potatoes and fish fingers. I know! I too was shocked to discover that I’d even ever bought fish fingers but I was even more surprised to find potatoes in my house that hadn’t already gone to seed. I was thrilled. And a little bit proud of myself.
Following one last quick scour through the veg drawers in the fridge, I decided I’d fancy things up as best I could. I roasted my little potatoes with (well past their best) spring onions and (slightly squishy) cherry tomatoes. I slathered the lot in copious amounts of olive oil and crunched a fair bit of black pepper on the top. Struggling a little bit for inspiration, I wasn’t sure how to go about fancying up 4 fish fingers. In the end, I didn’t really fancy them up at all. Some Facebook pals offered some super-quick ‘make do’ recipes for a homemade tartar sauce but short on several of the necessary ingredients, I ended up with a little plate of salad cream with some mustard stirred in it.
I am happy to report, that last night’s dinner was a flippin’ success. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again – hunger is a good kitchen.
I didn’t forget to eat today either. I had over-ripe strawberries and a cup of tea for breakfast, a disgusting sandwich for lunch then arrived home – having somehow blanked out last night’s ‘cupboard was nearly bare’ scenario and having NOT stopped off at the supermarket en route – to the same ‘what am I to rustle up?’ problem as before. Oh lordy…
Tonight’s meal comprised:
(1) 3 slices of Lidl Bavarian ham rolled up with coleslaw in the middle
(2) 9p noodles – chicken flavour
(3) a salad of cucumber chunks, cherry tomatoes and a tiny bit of mozarella cheese.
A crazy weird combo you might say, and I would be inclined to agree, but I can confirm that despite it’s oddness and definite aroma of desperation, ’twas a truly tasty and surprisingly satisfying feast.
Since I have no proper food of my own to look at (or eat), I’ve been spending an increasingly worrying amount of time collecting pictures of food on Pinterest. Look -