Today was a beautiful day so we decided to go to the zoo. We arranged to meet up with our Sunday playdate pals, and off we went. Gorgeous crisp autumn weather, hot cup of coffee, two toddlers, two babies, four adults, plenty of animals and good conversation. The toddlers were running around, and Little A was falling over here and there as she does alot. We’d just been to see the lions, which she loves, and she was racing around excitedly. She fell over, got up again, and started lurching over towards the concrete once more. L took her hand and she started screaming “hand hurts, hand hurts”. Normally she is comforted with a kiss and a blow on the “owie”, and she can usually be very easily distracted. Today however, this was not the case. She kept crying and even a trip back in to see the lions could not distract her. When we realised that she could not or would not move her arm, we decided to take her to the hospital.
As we drove to get her checked out, we were desperately trying to keep things cheerful and low-key, while trying not to think of all the things that could be wrong. When we got there A was seen pretty much straight away (oh non-city based hospital, how I curse you when we have to drive out to see you, and how I love you once we get there) and prodded and poked a bit. The doctor suspected that she had a dislocated elbow, but as A insisted that it was her hand that hurt, she was going to be taken for x-rays of the hand, wrist, forearm and elbow. Just as she was about to have her bones documented, the doctor came in and said she wanted to try something. She took A’s forearm and gently moved it in towards her belly. The joint popped back into place and A was immediately her normal happy self. It was fantastic to see her instantly cured, and what an enormous relief that it wasn’t anything more serious. We were so unbelievably relieved. And A got two stickers and a teddy bear saying “I did it”, so she was more than happy. Apparently “nursemaid’s elbow” is really common in the age 1-3 set, especially in girls and most predominantly in the left arm. We are so pleased that it was such a textbook case; all’s well that ends well.
This evening we made Triple-Onion Soup with Triple-Cheese Toast, which was a fitting meal to end the day. This meal is easy and quick, comforting and satisfying. The three varieties of onion are yellow onions, shallots and leeks, which are sautéed in olive oil and butter with thyme and salt and pepper. After about 20 minutes, when the onions are softened, white wine is added, followed by beef stock. It simmers while the toast is made. Gruyére, cheddar and gouda are grated and balanced atop toasted crusty bread. It is broiled until the cheese browns, then one slice is placed in the bowl of soup, the other on the side.
This soup is much more hearty than the ingredients list would suggest. It is rich and delicious, the only slight drawback is how messy it is to eat with the huge mouthfuls of sliced onions. The cheese toast is as good as you would imagine, if you like that sort of thing, which I certainly do. I still can’t work out how you are supposed to eat a piece of toast that is floating in soup without looking far less than attractive, but who cares when it tastes this good? And we have a very new baby, who needs to, or wants to, look attractive anyway? Tomorrow we have a soup variation; Sausage, Fennel, and Tomato Soup with Triple-Cheese Toast, which sounds very tasty, except for the fennel.