Too much of a good thing?

I haven’t posted for a while as I haven’t had much to write about since baby streamlined her diet after being sick – when the sum total of a meal is tapas of cheese, yoghurt and banana, there’s not a whole lot to write about! But then I discovered she was back on eggs. Like a song I heard the other day and have been playing on repeat, in the space of a week, she ate them boiled, scrambled, fried, baked, in a sandwich – hurrah! But how much more could I milk this chicken? I got complacent with the eggs and cocky.

I’ve made my peace with the robot radio controlling my kitchen and am quite enjoying barking out demands to someone who (usually) listens. And so, strutting round the kitchen to my new groove, I ventured into a kind of Spanish omelette, confident it would be well received.

Boil new potatos, chuck in some peas near the end for greenery. Meanwhile fry some onion in a pan and whisk up a couple of eggs (this will go down so well, it’s definitely worth being efficient and saving some for tomorrow night’s tea too). When cooked, add potatoes and peas to pan, pour eggs around. Sprinkle cheese over if you like. For speed, turn over to cook the other side if it’s nearly nursery pick up time and you still haven’t got tea ready. Serve. I’ll leave the review to baby – (before touching any) ‘nononononono. Ninished! Gaghurt? Nana? Nana. Naaaaaaaana. Pease, pease, pease. Bubbles?’