Lurking hash browns

Breakfast has no pattern these days, we get up, wander into the kitchen and separately get something to eat. Husband always starts with cereal or porridge, then has something on or with toast, eggs in whatever form, or bacon, or mushrooms maybe, sometimes he goes wild and has cheese on toast. I seem to go in phases, for weeks I will have yoghurt with fruit, then I will have several weeks with a fried egg on toast, sometimes I too have a wild side and have hummus, or sometimes a slice of bread and butter.

Yesterday evening I began to excavate the freezer, too many abandoned bits and pieces, too many foil trays of random things I’d frozen so as not to waste food. There seemed an awful lot of bread crusts, what had I hoped to do with them? There was a plastic box full of last years mince pies, and big bags almost empty except for a single portion of peas, or berries, or something whitey green which appeared to be spring onions. There were maybe half a dozen foil trays of porridge – at some point we’d had a milk glut and I’d made porridge so it wouldn’t be wasted. I took out the mince pies and a porridge and promised myself I would message my cousin Ruth to ask for her recipe for bread pudding.

This morning I began to heat the porridge for husband and asked him if he would also like scrambled eggs. He said yes please, and while he was having the porridge I set to with the eggs. Considering that scrambled eggs are so easy and simple, there is a wide variety of preferences, firm or soft, dry or wet, runny or solid, all in a piece, or in bobbles? So tricky to know! I like mine gently firm, not runny, definitely not wet and definitely not in bobbles. Husband likes his on the wet side, the flowing side, pretty much the opposite from me (as he is in so many ways! Opposites attract!) I did my best, and he was appreciative and he also enjoyed two hash browns, another rescue from the freezer where they’d lurked together in a very small bag.