Soft boiled eggs with Irish soda bread and Marmite. I own an egg boiler. A what? A machine that boils your eggs for you. Why? What's the point? We've always had one at home so it seems normal for me but, after being the only person I know to take an egg boiler to university, I realise it's not.
But being able to cook eggs in the early hours of the morning will help to make you new friends, believe me.
So today, after a morning of coffee, eggs, magazines and television I donned my apron (yes I did), cleaned the flat and baked some biscuits. Marguerite would be proud.
Peanut butter and jam thumbprint biscuits. A variation on this recipe. Just replace half the butter (I admit I used marg) with peanut butter. I used smooth but that was only because the supermarket had run out of crunchy. The jam is quince because that it what I had in the fridge.
Tonight, Dr W made one of his awesome curries. Aubergine with ginger, garlic, cardamon and cinnamon. Dhal. Courgettes with mustard seeds. He is nice. I will keep him.
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