Cook Sister’s announcement of EoMEoTE #13 came at a rather inopportune moment (how can it POSSIBLY be the end of the month already? … Oh wait, it isn’t anymore.) I have neither made my favourite nursery/comfort food, nor is there a picture. I only cobbled together my sorry idea of a nursery rhyme.
One look at the date
Goodness, it’s late;
No egg and no toast
equals no EoMEoTE post
Besides, the phrase ‘nursery food’ makes me queasy. It conjures up lukewarm coddled eggs or cold eggs with cold or limp toast cut into little strips and then dipped into conjealing runny yolks (brrrrrrr) . Or worse one of the things I used to really dislike – Chocolate milk with a raw egg whisked into it with a slice of toast on the side. The chocolate milk might have been passable if the egg had been whisked in completely but there were invariably little bits of yolk or white floating around because the whisking had been done in haste what with one too many complaining children (who me??) underfoot.
And then there were the times when Mom (my mom is a very good cook) ignored our complaints and pulled out all the stops and made what I suspect was the perfect cheese souffle. Which we all turned our noses up at – or at least I turned my nose up at it. And pouted. And slathered with ketchup to make it so might be swallowable. And gulped huge quantities of milk to wash the tiniest forkfuls of souffle down.
Oh the embarrassment of it all. It’s a wonder that my mother still speaks to me!