Funny that I feel an urge to write about food when I’m also fighting the queasies; but there it is. I’m a bundle of contradictions.
Dom had a work function yesterday afternoon and evening, leaving me with the girls and my headachy sister. He’s been doing all the cooking of late because by the evening I’m just too wiped and too queasy. Fortunately, we’d found a spiral ham on sale at the grocery store so all I had to do was remove the wrapper and pop it into the oven. I opened up a can of baked beans and heated up some frozen corn and frozen broccoli and that was dinner for the girls, Theresa, and myself. Dom had some ham when he got home and even brought me a box of hors d’oeuvres from his hob-nob with the cardinal. I especially liked a little crostini with goat cheese, balsamic vinegar and caramelized onions.
This morning I made myself a sort of English breakfast: two fried eggs, toast, baked beans, ham, and a few grilled tomato slices. And a big mug of hot decaf tea with cream and sugar. Yum. I felt very decadent, even if the eggs were a bit overdone. But I missed the blood pudding.