I am not a happy chicken. The flu is knocking my little family for a six, Finley is a mini monster with a cough, Mark is working till God knows when and I am dying from the kind of period pain you only get when you’ve been really, really wicked.
Today I am not even going to try to be a good housewife. Today I am hibernating in front of a cosy film (Mrs Miniver), with scraggy hair, toys everywhere and laundry coming out my ears. Even saints are sinners sometimes.
This is, I think you will agree, a day that calls for comfort food, and in my world that means:
Brocante Rarebit.
100g Grated Mature Cheddar.
2 tbsp Sweet Onion Relish.
1 tsp Grainy French Mustard.
2 tbsp Skimmed Milk.
1 tsp Butter
2 Slices Thick Granary Bread.
Toast the granary bread on one side only, then mix all other ingredients together to a paste and spread on the untoasted side of the granary.
Toast, serve with sliced tomato, watercress and black pepper et voila! scrummilicious cheese on toast, perfect for miserable mommies.
Look, it's a photo of the way I feel. Except I want to pull the bag down over my head.
Happy New Year,
Sam
Alison, it's so funny, I was just posting a link to this when I got the comment you were posting about the Paris apartment. http://audefrance.typepad.com/aude_france/
Take care,
Sam