Cooking for one (Mark Two)

Had some Cottage cheese on toast with a drizzle of sweet chilli sauce for breakfast, the hotpot is in the slow cooker and already starting to emit a lovely smell in the kitchen

I have a match to play the other side of town at noon and also want to get a couple of miles walked before then so little opportunity for lunch today, I will probably just snack on some fruit then have my hotpot when I get home mid-afternoon.

Last night I took some diced casserole beef, and made a weird DIY curry.

I used passata, two table spoons of curry powder, some ginger, basil, and a load of other weird herbs in my spice rack

Turned out actually really good and provided tea and lunch for today.

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happy birthday money, many of them

I got my smoothie blender whatsit out and decided to blitz my berry assortment with soyjade soya milk. Goodness in one glass and it was truly loverly, berries were still part frozen but that would make an awesome cooler for summer as it was thick. Needless to say I wanted a hot drink after that and hankered after a really good cup of coffee. Got my grinder and large machine out of the shed and made a real coffee with some frothed milk. Oh my goodness, what a treat. I put them in the shed thinking I should make space on my worktops but heyho, its only me and I can have what I like out, until I go up for sale and then much has to be temporarily re-located but don`t need to do that until then I have been having instant coffee, to use it up but in comparison, it aint nice

MrAPJI wrote: »

I feel the same about 'visual loss' - the thought of that happening is terrifying and my biggest fear.

that is exactly why I need to move, to be nearer to a shop, within walking distance of a bus, village hall and activities and easier for a taxi to locate. It was the realisation that my retina, like that of anyone over 40, is degenerating only I saw the 3d image, an optional with my optician and seeing it in colour and in 3D, even though I am in normal parameters for my age, is terrifying. Seeing the enlarging hole around the optic nerves, experiencing the floaters, seeing the small custers of dry amd. Reality set in pdq, I cleared every room, my very large insulated shed and my garage and all could now be packed to move. I ached and ached but persisited

My garage was bad mrAP, it is sorted now but I have many large boxes of tools, cycle kit etc plus workbench, scrollsaw, pillar drill etc. No way is any of that going to be re-homed as I want to set up a workshop somewhere on my new plot. I have new skills to learn, may even get a bandsaw. The thought of moving it all is a nightmare but I think I can do all well enough, with professional help. Not somewhere smaller, just somewhere else, only a mile or so from here but it will make all the difference to me feeling more secure if I could not drive

I coped with clearing my husbands things by setting to very early in the grieving process, giving away what was wanted by family and just bagging the rest, a bag at a time and re-homing with someone else via the charity shop. I did gift aid and know I made a lot of money for them, the hospice shop, just by the good amount of tax that they got back. It was all very therapeutic, cheery music on the cd player and knowing that my husband would have wanted exactly that. The last of his things went only a few months ago, they were the most difficult but he would have wanted me to make a new life for myself. This, I know is the last stage in the healing process, being able to make that new life for myself.

Luxury non MSE scrambled eggs involve cream rather than milk. Just saying ...

I was once told that the true test of a chef was the ability to get scrambled eggs just right.