Sunday 6th November 2011
This was a mix of a few different dishes I’ve seen but was mainly inspired by my friend, Amanda, who made ‘The Hairy Bikers’ version when we went for dinner a few years back. I remember it very well. Thank you.
Zephy was not in a great mood when he came to the table.
“Yuck! That looks gross. I’m not eating it!” He pronounced.
This does not offend me. He was tired & emotional.
“Come & have a look at these eggs Zeph, look. They cook in the oven.” Occasionally this method of distraction works, today he isn’t having any of it.
After another 15 minutes of tears, we all eventually sat down to eat, lukewarm food.
“Look at the egg,” I said having another go. “It cooks in the oven.”
He quickly glanced at his plate before continuing with his train of thought. He was back on form. Hurray!
I then watched (& listened) as he ate his way around the hard boiled yolk. Rolling it around the plate to get the penultimate mouthful.
“Don’t forget the yolk.” I told him. “It’s the best bit.”
“I won’t.” He said cutting into it, shovelling it into his mouth & carrying on from were he left off.
It reminded me of when I was a kid & how I used to eat what I had on my plate in order. Working my way around it, rarely mixing each element. It took me years to work out that you could have more than one thing on my fork at the same time.
One day your time will come my son.