Scrambled eggs and (cold) ham. Distinct lack of carbohydrates available this morning, so I whipped up some eggs.

Lunch:

Covent Garden Co. chicken soup, with a ham baguette.

Dinner:

Home-made burgers (made simply with minced beef and a pinch of salt) and potato wedges (McCain, not home-made).

Mini croissants, with butter and seville orange marmalade.

Brunch:

Evidently the mini croissants at breakfast were too mini, so I had to give in at 11am and stuff myself with two pieces of toast with peanut butter.

Lunch:

Had some of the family round, so just a spread of various salads, ham, sausages and sausage rolls. You can probably tell it wasn’t a Bar Mitzvah.

Dinner:

After having such a late, grazing kind of lunch, dinner was taken very late and consisted of a bowl of noodles.

Toast with ham. Not a million miles away from the hotel breakfasts this week, but it’s still good to be home.

Lunch:

Thai-spiced fishcakes from a recently refurbished pub called The Inn on the Pond. Also ate the remains of A’s ham and cheddar baguette, along with her chips and some token salad. My review on Qype

Dinner:

Red chicken curry, made by P.

Bread, ham, cheese, boiled egg, blah blah blah.

Lunch:

Salad including sweetcorn, tomatoes, mozzarella, butter beans, &c.

Dinner:

Stuck in Berlin airport, with my flight delayed by two hours (yes, British Airways, and Terminal 5-bound), so had a crappy sandwich which, I think, contained some cheese, along with some token salad to bulk it out. On the plane, a horrible coronation chicken/cheese & chutney combination. I really don’t know why they bother.

A soggy hot cross bun at home, then various pastries at work.

Lunch:

Tepid meat-feast pizza (leftovers from a meeting), and a couple of half-baguettes (one containing chicken and bacon, t’other containing ham and egg mayonnaise).

Dinner:

I’m helping run an induction course this week, and tonight we set up a drinks and food buffet for everyone (since we had a lot of people travelling from outside the UK), so I pigged out mainly on sushi, and then some cheesecake.

Toast with ham, although A, as usual, decided my breakfast was more interesting than hers. I managed to barter with her (no mean feat, since she is only 16 months old) and got a strawberry in return for a piece of ham.

Lunch:

A fry up, consisting of sausages, streaky bacon, fried eggs and fried bread. Heart-attack-tastic.

Dinner:

A stew I made just after breakfast and had left in the slow cooker all day. Stewing steak was chucked in with onion, swede, new potatoes and chicken stock. Not one of my best, I must admit.

Toast, two slices of which topped with butter and garlic sausage, the remaining slice topped with butter and ham. Once again, A stole some of it.

Lunch:

Home-made pizza, topped with a modicum of ripped mozzarella, ham, torn basil leaves and sliced tomatoes (no tomato sauce). The pizza dough was actually a purloined section of the bread dough I had made in the morning. I love doing this kind of thing, because it’s so much nicer than shop-bought stuff and I know that I can feed it to A, and she’ll be getting food that’s tasty and good for her.

Dinner:

Another meal where A had some portioned off. This time, chicken paella. I made a schoolboy error in forgetting the chorizo for this, so it wasn’t as savoury as I’d have liked, but it was still nice. I also stirred in some cooked prawns into my portion (P doesn’t like prawns, for some bizarre reason).

That boring that I can’t actually remember.

Lunch:

A had to come home early from nursery, due to an unfortunate technicolour yawn, so all I managed to grab for lunch was a few slices of toast with butter and ham. A stole some of it, naturally.

Dinner:

Chicken fajitas (made with one of those Old El Paso kits).

Oh my god, this is getting so predictable: two slices of toast and marmite, washed down with green tea.

Lunch:

Unexpectedly ended up having to travel across to the other side of London for a meeting in the afternoon, so grabbed a ham and mustard sandwich from M&S, along with a packet of Skips (except it wasn’t just any prawn cocktail flavoured melty crisp snack, it’s an M&S Skips rip-off).

Dinner:

Schoolnight, so P cooked dinner. One of my favourites, from a book called One Pot Meals (I think) that I bought when I was in San Jose last autumn: can’t remember the title of the recipe, but it’s essentially a casserole dish filled with minced beef, green peppers, macaroni, a tin of tomatoes and a cup of water. Whacked in a medium oven for, ooh, 20 minutes or so until the macaroni has absorbed the water. Lovely.

Breakfast:

A warmed up baguette (warmed up out of necessity as it was a bit stale, so needed a sprinkle of water and a blast in the oven to refresh) with some out-of-date ham. Breakfast was taken relatively late at 10am, 3 hours after waking up. Being ill, I didn’t really have much of an appetite, but then I started watching Sky-plussed editions of Taste (the Sky food programme hosted by the impossibly gorgeous Beverley Turner) and the stomach stirred. I’m not sure I’d be so bothered about Taste if it wasn’t for the presenter – the chefs seem a bit B-listy, but it’s diverting enough.

Lunch:

A bowl of chicken and sweetcorn soup, followed by a bowl of crabmeat and sweetcorn soup. Made by mixing a tin of creamed sweetcorn with an equal amount of water and a sprinkle of bouillon (if I were being good, I’d use proper stock, of course), stirring in some beaten egg, thickening the whole lot up with a flour paste (if I had cornflour, I’d have used that instead), and boiling it up until it thickened a bit. Poured into a bowl containing some meat picked off the chicken wings I’d used to help the stock along on Sunday. Since there wasn’t really enough chicken to go round for two bowls, I cracked open a tin of crabmeat and stirred that into the remaining soup for my second bowl.

Dinner:

Was supposed to be tacos but P had bought just the taco shells, which didn’t contain a taco spice mix. I’d have knocked up a spice mix myself, but we didn’t have any dried minced onion or garlic powder, so anything I made would have been a bit anaemic. We ended up having chicken pesto pasta (with the pesto a ready-made affair from Waitrose, for shame).