Last weekend, Pascoe arrived home late at night from UEA just in time for Easter. He was grateful when I offered him omelette and salad. And also impressed, not by the quality of my cuisine, but by its speed – turns out he knows how to fry, poach, boil and scramble eggs, but I have left a huge hole in his culinary education as regards omelettes. Omelette is one of those perfect student dishes, being simple and cheap, but also inviting of a little flare. I like to leave it moist and uncooked in the centre (I know, I know – salmonella) and add fillings like garlic mushrooms with mustard and cress.
“It’s late – I’ll show you later, Pascoe.”
The whole Easter holiday stretched before us, but Pascoe will soon have to leave again in order to complete his final year project in Norwich. I shall miss him. At the moment, he is at home, but I am away visiting my parents in Cornwall. Hopefully we shall be re-united over a frying pan tomorrow. If not, I’m going to have to carry my laptop into my Mum and Dad’s kitchen and Skype him an omelette-making class. Egg on my face will be the least of my worries – it’ll be the key-board I’ll be watching out for.