I’ve really not been well this week, so I’ve been feeling sorry for myself and been mostly in bed watching documentaries on BBC iPlayer and indulging myself with baking. I’ve also been cooking at strange times because I’ve been sleeping for most of the day and staying up very late at night.
Yesterday for instance, I decided to make a summer fruits genoise sponge and today I thought I would make a bit of a ‘posh’ meal for myself, which for me qualifies as making fondant potatoes and pea puree with roasted chicken. After said meal, I just sat down and poured myself a glass of sorry-for-myself white wine (which I, of course, used in the sauce for the accompanying roast chicken), then I thought, fuck, am I middle class?
