One of my window boxes
I had an accident with my new iPhone last night. We were getting out of a cab and I managed to drop it under the car. It was promptly run over by the taxi!! It's totally knackered! It still works but the screen is smashed to bits. I can't believe I've managed to get my new phone RUN OVER!! The last two met an untimely death, BOTH falling into a vodka and tonic, years apart too. Unbelievable.
I took it into Carphone Warehouse and the chaps couldn't stop laughing when I showed it to them. It has now been sent off to Apple. Luckily I'm insured so will get a brand new one in a week or two. I miss my iPhone SO much. I was addicted to it within two days. The Actor and I cheered ourselves up by staying up until 4am, chatting, drinking Jack Daniels and playing music.
I was woken at 10am by my gardener Tamsin who was at the front door. Having a gardener might sound grand, but she only comes two or three times a year and sorts out all my messy shrubs, Japanese knotweed and tons of brambles that grow at a rate other plants don't seem to. If you read my blog you'll know my gardening skills are fairly non existent, although I am getting into it. It must be an age thing. I've only very recently discovered what the lawn mower does.
Tamsin is fantastic and does lots of my friend's gardens; Giles Deacon, Stuart Vevers, Hazel Robinson are a few of her clients. Today we decided I needed a bit of colour. I wheeled The Actor out of bed to drive me up the road to the garden centre to get something for the window boxes and some more pots for the terrace. The window boxes looked tragic. For the last few months they've contained the dead remnants of some winter pansies. My old flatmate Sam came over last week and said *adopts dry tone and Geordie accent* "Oooh! the window boxes are looking nice!"
The Actor was feeling slightly worse for wear so I bribed him with the promise of a cooked breakfast, when we'd returned of course. I only have a small cookery repertoire; risotto, spag bol, any Sunday roast, breakfast, sausages, mash and onion gravy, soup... does salad count? There are a few more dishes I do, but it is pretty limited.
Here's the hangover breakfast I made him. Apologies for the complete lack of plate appeal (I would have jazzed up the presentation a bit, but I only decided to blog it the second he was about to eat it). He always has big portions so I couldn't exactly do anything minimal with it. It looked so dull I plonked a couple tomatoes on it for colour. He was desperate to tuck in but I wouldn't let him until I'd found the camera and taken a picture of it.
Hangover breakfast; 1 large mug of tea, 1 Bloody Mary, spicy scrambled eggs with chopped up fried things, toast and tomatoes
Spicy Scrambled Eggs (serves 2)
6 organic eggs
2 cloves crushed garlic
Good pinch of Maldon sea salt
Extra virgin olive oil
Extra virgin olive oil
A generous amount of;
6 rashers unsmoked bacon
1 large red onion
1 box mushrooms
Red or green pepper (optional)
Fry the chopped onion, garlic, bacon and mushrooms in a little olive oil and butter. Mix the eggs, milk and seasoning together in a bowl and microwave for a minute at a time, whisking every time you take them out until they are the consistency you like. I've recently discovered that eggs come out much fluffier in the microwave than in a pan.
I think this is the first bit of cooking I've ever posted, although I'm not exactly sure I'd class this as cooking. I'm no Delia, but it tastes great and the spices seem to work on a hangover.