I don’t know what’s wrong with my culinary skills at the moment, I think the long term cooking break I took when living on my own in London may have damaged the foundations of my relationship with said skills and they have packed their bags and left for a brighter future in Spain. Either that or I just don’t operate too well without my beloved ‘kitchen bits’ – long lost friends such as my YoYo Ceramics butterdish, Orla Kiely sugar pot and JME jars with lids that look like giant smarties…
However, I will be reunited with all of my colourful chums in just a couple of weeks once we have moved into our new flat and all of my belongings have been shipped up from Kent, so time to stop complaining.
Due to this lack of skill and to be fair, innovation, only one of my breakfasts makes it into Breakfast Club this weekend. Even though Saturday’s was much more tasty, there was nothing special about it at all (sausage and egg roll, probably would have scored a 9 from Tim). So, Sunday it is – the points were for effort and potential – if only the egg wasn’t overcooked or the avocado a bit raw, darn it.
Sunday 22 Jan. Avocado with a dash of lime and pepper on mashed egg and toast: