"Great," said father. "I'll have a prawn omelette."
At that point I realised I didn't have a patio to bury him under. I also don't have an omelette pan or any idea how to make a prawn omelette. I can have some good guesses - beat up eggs - possibly with water or milk, heat butter in pan, cook prawns, add beaten eggs, fold over when set. I've never successfully managed it.
I do have a small plastic fold over thing that you put in the microwave. I don't think that was what father had in mind. I did have a large quantity of tomato sausages that I was planning to do with butternut squash and perhaps some cabbage. Bear is currently rejecting sausages so I was planning to give him the sandwich ham that needed using up. Father offered him a prawn sandwich. Bear of course leapt at the chance of prawns (which are smelling worryingly fishy) and so DH made him the sandwich as I peeled the potatoes for what was now sausage and mash.
DH did ask why I didn't just use the frying pan. The only frying pan I have is a good twelve inches across and the veteran of a thousand chili con charlies. It is ideal for a spaghetti bolognese for four. I suspect, though, that it wouldn't be Delia Smith's first choice for an omelette.
Poor father - he had treated himself to a packet of prawns and was stuck with sausages. However this is one reason why meal planning doesn't really work in our house. I'm off to price up and tentatively consider an omelette pan.
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