If I had to choose one meal to survive on, it’d be scrambled eggs. I love them. Mostly for breakfast, of course, the natural home of the scrambled egg. But the beauty of this dish is you can eat it without shame at any time of the day or night. There’s a whole cohort of restaurant workers, especially chefs, who come home to a dinner of scrambled eggs because they’re just so easy at the end of a long shift.
I was strangely upset to find out that Tupperware might be about to go out of business. It’s share price is down 90% and the company is bleeding cash. At a guess, Amazon killed them. Yes, the product is a long-running cultural joke…
If it’s possible to chef’s kiss a newspaper article with my tongue, this one about a historian who tracked down his nemesis-reviewer can consider itself thoroughly tongued.
“Junius” clearly hated my books. Over the years I’d become used to his scathing one-star reviews appearing on Amazon every time I had a new one published. The anonymous account had become my online nemesis.
Ate and drank, mostly. But not to excess. Or at least not to my traditional version of excess. It was a big work weekend for Thomas at the bakery so we didn't see much of him. And Anna is on exams, so she came home for a quick feed, but it was nothing like the big Easter weekend production numbers of years gone by.
We did drop into a new wine bar and shouted Anna some wine and nibblies that were well out of her budget range as a student.
I was in a petrol station last night, filling the tank on the way to pick up Jane when I saw something I still don't quite believe. An Uber Eats driver came in to pick up a bag of greasy brown food from the servo’s terrible cafe.
I remember an old Jack Handy joke that went something like, ‘Wouldn't it be funny if the cure for cancer was something like put a croissant on a tractor?’
Yes, Mr Handy, yes it would.
I tried something similar this morning when I realised I was getting a migraine. The pixels came on as I was driving home from the city, having dropped Jane to work. No warning. It was just my turn.
