Chilli for breakfast is a far cry from the porridge and cereal I grew up with, but I love it.

Day 5 and I’m back on the wagon. Actually Day 4 I was too as it was the previous day that I fell. It’s Sunday and I thought I’d make Huevos Rancheros, mainly because I had one corn tortilla left over from last night’s dinner and I knew that another day would see it turn dry and yucky. Besides, Marcel loves huevos rancheros.
“Watch out,” I said to him. “I put lots of chili.”
“No such thing as too much chilli for me,” he said. “Smells amazing. Can’t wait.”
We’re sitting there and then he goes “YOWCH!”
“You’ve rubbed your eye,” I said. His hand was clamped over his eye (chili-contaminated fingers avoiding it) and I felt so sorry for him, as one of his fingers had an enormous band-aid on it where he sawed it yesterday while he was pruning our apple trees.
“Kitchen roll, soaked in cold water,” I said. “Will I get you some?” But he just yelped and howled. In the end it helped.
We’re all such eejits though. Yesterday was so sunny and I was happily mucking about outside, mowing the lawn etc., and I was carrying the saw back to the workshop after Marcel cut himself when I saw a dandelion. It was gloating at me, as if to say, “Look how young, strong and healthy I am, and you don’t have a chance of digging out all my roots.” Without thinking I dropped down to teach it a lesson – with the saw.
“Watch the hose, it’s right there,” said Marcel. Too late – it was buried under the devious dandelion leaves and I sawed it. Luckily I didn’t go through the rubber or it would have been a new hose job – just for a bit of impetuous weed-murder.
Here’s the recipe I used:
Huevos Rancheros
Chop an onion finely. Fry gently in a heavy-based pan until soft and a bit golden brown. Add chopped garlic and stir in some fresh chopped coriander. Make wells on top and crack an egg into each. Put the lid on and cook on a low heat until they’re the way you like them. I put the corn tortilla between eggs and lid for about a minute and it warmed up nicely.
Tomorrow: I make something nice with no sugar and I try to avoid injury.