This morning we were mildly horrified to realise that the clocks had gone back overnight, and so we had an extra hour to kill. On a Sunday morning, with nothing to do and nothing open for at least 4 hours… the hours before 10am felt like one of the longest days ever. L is sick and feeling super-sorry for himself, and I got about an hour and a half of sleep last night, so I have been super-grumpy. Little A woke up in a bit of a strop, and Baby N didn’t sleep much at all last night, so we were all a bit out of sorts. After a morning visit with friends, complete with caffeine and cake, things were looking up. Our friends are having the same childcare/ career/ life decision dilemmas as we are, which is strangely comforting. Misery loves company, as they say. They too had set themselves a deadline of Sunday evening to have made all decisions. This morning none of us had come to any conclusions. It’s hard to talk when your head is buried in the sand. Here we’re allowing ourselves another day of discussion in the hopes that I’ll be able to string a coherent sentence together and L will be able to speak without dissolving into a coughing fit.
This evening we made Sausage, Fennel, and Tomato Soup with Triple-Cheese Toast. This is a variation on the onion soup of yesterday, and is a substantially different meal, except perhaps for the three cheese toast. Today we were supposed to be using Fontina, Provolone and Scamorza, but alas we used the same cheeses as yesterday. Finances and availability came into play on that front once more. The soup was made with sautéed sweet Italian sausage, onions, fennel and garlic. Liquid content came from the white wine, crushed tomatoes and beef stock. The soup was easy to make and it is certainly hearty and satisfying. It is rich and flavoursome, but it was less of a hit than the plain onion soup we made yesterday. Unlike the onion soup, this felt like a use-up-your-leftovers/ random things in the cupboard sort of meal. If that had been the case, this would have been a pretty good thrown-together meal. As a recipe to follow, it was so-so. This would keep you nice and warm on a winter night, and it’ll put some meat on your bones. We just were a little underwhelmed by the sausage and fennel combination, which I feel we have eaten many times this year. Tomorrow we are having Turkey Tacos, which combines some of our least favourite ingredients. Let’s hope it’s a surprising winner. In the meantime however, I am hoping that baby N will settle down and go to sleep soon, in the hope that I can catch a few winks this evening.