Even though I’m living at The Priory I am still fairly self sufficient. I cook for myself most nights (although I allow Chief Nurse to do the Sunday Roast, of course). It’s a habit I can’t get out of I suppose.
The only difference these days is that the ingredients are all ready for me when I get in, courtesy of Chief Nurse.
I arrived home tonight and sauntered through to the kitchen to see what was in store.
Chief Nurse was there, filling up the kettle at the sink (a seemingly automatic response when someone comes in through the front door).
‘I thought you could do yourself a stir fry,’ she said nodding over to the ingredients by the stove.
‘Great, thanks!’ I said. ‘Chicken or beef?’
‘Neither. Pork sausages’.
It was different but I’m beginning to like her ideas.
Like the time she suggested we have brussel sprouts with mussels.
