Certainly during our Lockdown, we eat breakfast ensemble, as we do other days, if there is time. Sometimes it is never more than, cereal ( for himself ) yogurt and fruit for me, plus of course a Grand Café au Lait.
Sometimes, it might happen on a weekend that I cook, ( for himself) usually egg based, Mexican Eggs, scrambled eggs, poached eggs or omelette.
After our expedition to Richmond Park, I did cook a late breakfast, well more of a brunch I suppose.
Very simply put, Poached eggs on toast. Recently I’ve been making bread ( did someone say, she hasn’t anything else to do?) actually, I’ve loads on my To Do list, but it never seems to get any shorter!
My toast slices are therefore not necessarily even. Unlike in France where they have everywhere, an automatic bread slicing machine, obviously in the Boulangerie but also in Supermarkets and even in Lidl!
Poached eggs are as controversial as boiled eggs. Himself likes boiled eggs, with the whites soft! Yuck! Says I! I like my whites firm and yolks just starting to thicken but still runny. In the mountains it is much more difficult as altitude affects cooking time. Water normally boils at 100C but in our French village which is at 1300 metres it boils at 95.7C. Hence you can see the problem with boiling eggs, amongst other things !
However back to Poached eggs, my daughter in law likes her Perfect Poached egg, firmish White, soft yolk that spills over the toast. That is the way I like it as well.
I tried once upon a time, many years ago, one of those pans, which has 4 little cups to hold the eggs whilst poaching, but the problem here, ( to my mind anyway ) is that as the white is not actually in contact with the water, one ends up with 4 little round rubber things.

My way of poaching eggs, is very simple.
- It is VERY important to use fresh eggs! When you use fresh eggs; the consistency is more gelatinous. Old eggs have more of a watery albumen, which tends to disperse in the water more.
- It is better to poach only one or two eggs at a time, but don’t swirl the water
- Use a pair of kitchen scissors or fork to cut away any unattractive wisps from the white.
- Boil some water and added a good squirt of lemon juice , you need a depth of about 3 inches and a wide pan.
- When the water is boiling simply crack in the eggs, bring back to the boil , remove from heat and leave to stand for about 3 minutes.
- Remove with a slotted spoon and as above trim off the odd bits of white.

To start with it is a bit hit and miss for timings, but, stick with it and you will have the perfect poached egg!



I have learnt something during this Lockdown. It is all about Swans. Many if not most of the swans that one sees floating down the rivers and in lakes, are Mute Swans. It is a bit of a misnomer as in fact they are not Mute, but rather they make less noise than other breeds of swans. They are the heaviest bird in the UK and as a adult have pure white feathers. Swans on the Thames belong either to the Crown or to the Vintners or to the Dyers. Both of these Guilds have had the right own these swans since the 16 th Century. Once a year, liveried people wearing scarlet of the Crown, mark the birds, one for the livery company, the Dyers, one for the livery company the Vintners and the third for the Crown ( but these are left unmarked! ) However in the UK all swans are protected. And of course in The Regents Park there are such swans. Amazing what one can learn on an early morning walk.



We both go for an early ( well not so early ) morning walk. He goes one way and I the other. Yesterday, he ventured into what I consider a No Go Area, well I say I consider it NO GO, as this was the way it was described to me by a policeman. He commented that it seemed to be business as usual! Meanwhile I venture into the wonderful The Regents Park. Why do I call it The Regents Park? Well, 








After discharging our duties of childminders ( read grandparents), there was not much left of a dreary Sunday. Next up watching the Masters, which without the crowds and the Walk in the Park by Dustin Johnson, it was not that exciting either.



I had forgotten how busy one is with three children in the house. We ourselves had three children , who were of course perfect (???) as of course are, our three eldest grandchildren ( the youngest two are of course also perfect).
After muddy walks in Richmond Park and lunch being an ice cream it was time to consider dinner. I had wanted to be WAGANANA, however ran out of time, so it was time for our Fourth Lockdown ( that is 4 th only since March) Takeaway and yes it was Wagamama, or as I called it WAGANANA!

Actually we have been called upon in our capacity as Child Minders, which if course we were extremely reluctant to do ! ( read NOT)




