J’s been working weekends, so I’ve been doing a lot more of the cooking recently. I used to get a hot breakfast nearly every day, this was when he was only working 1 or 2 days a week.
Life is settling into us both working pretty much full time and we both cook our fair share.
This breakfast was cooked by me, because I was desperate and felt like my stomach was eating itself.
I fried up some bacon, haloumi, mushrooms and poached a couple of eggs each, served on one slice of toast. Then I played the ‘good wife’ and served it to J in bed.