Well, that was complicated

[desperance]

Lunch. Only for me, and just a quick meal in the middle of a busy working day; but at one stage I had four pans on the go at once, using every ring on my cooker.

Crisping bacon in one pan. Blanching Swiss chard (stalks and leaves done separately, of course) in another. Cheese sauce in a third. Two eggs poaching in a fourth.

Bed of chard, eggs on top, sauce all over, a happy sprinkle of cayenne pepper and smoked paprika, and the bacon balanced over all.

It's really nice. Just, four pans...

Comments

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

If this worries you, perhaps you don't have enough pans? Is it time to buy another?

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Don't say that. Even in jest. The last count was thirty-three, and those are just the stovetop pans, disregarding ovenware entirely. Of course I want more, I am unsated; pans are like books, you need more than one for every conceivable occasion, and I don't have space. And I can't afford to move.

And I have slices of saucisson sec on my desk here, to help me through the evening, and Barry is stalking them. 'Scuse...