Lunch date

There’s this show with a real whacked up guy driving in a toaster-shaped caravan that’s aired at ridiculous o’ clocks, 4 .m. I believe. We almost always manage to catch it somehow but I’ve never been inspired by his tacky recipes till he made this rolled up omelette a few nights ago. Think its light but fulfilling enough for lunch, and very easy to make and pretty when assembled on a huge white plate (presentation always matters!). You should try it sometime, it’s really a recipe which you cannot fuck up.

• Whisk up a couple of eggs, a small slab of butter and milk in a bowl.
• Fry the egg on one side, leave the other side slightly runny. Season with salt and pepper.
• Remove the omelette and place it on a cutting board.

• Spread over some cream cheese with a knife.
• Sprinkle with fresh dill and layer on top some salmon and boiled asparagus
• Gently roll it like a popiah, sealing it with a bit of cream cheese at its ends.

• Place it on top of a bed of rocket, anda slice of salmon or two.
• Ta-da!

• In the meantime, get your in-house grapefruit squeezer (read: husband) to whip up some juice. Sieve out the seeds and blend. Add sugar and honey to sweeeten it and lotsa ice especially on warm afternoons we’ve been having these days.

Oh yeah, and you will realise this only I suspect if you have your own kitchen and husband/wife, that the kitchen is a lovely place where you can bond with your spouse – laugh over failed cooking attempts, catch up on each other’s days while washing and wiping dishes, and for me, there’s something too about chopping up carrots or cabbages in a rhythmically fashion that calms me down. Kinda like how some people doodle or do taichi, it’s my way of de-stressing and at the same be able to do it with my spouse.

So there you go either you think now married life has turned me into some domesticated auntie instead of the friday-and-saturday-night-must-club kinda chick… or….