Meaty stews and wholesome soups, egg-in-an-eggcup for breakfast and mid-afternoon hunks of cheese with apples: my latest long-term cooking project came to an end early last Thursday morning and now it’s feed-me-up time.
Our little Maya Ellen, who will be known around here as the Small Girl, took her own sweet time to decide when she would put in an appearance. But once she had made up her mind, that was it. As it happened, we only arrived at Cork University Maternity Hospital about 40 minutes before she did.
Given my love of hospitals and their bad food, which seems to have gotten worse since I was in with Little Missy in 2009, I was very thankful to escape home on Friday. I still had to have the Little Sister make a cheese/oatcakes/hummus delivery on Thursday night so I wouldn’t starve as the Small Girl fed. Otherwise it was just watery mash, limp veg and breaded chicken or fish. The spaghetti bolognese even came with the pasta chopped up – obviously nothing worse than having a full-length piece of spaghetti on your plate. That said, the one exception has to be the post-birth tray of tea and toast: never does something taste so delicious, or so well deserved!
A Friday morning visit from the Sister sent me home with the ideal present for any food lover, let alone one who has just had a baby: a bag from the English Market packed with sharp Hegarty’s cheddar, rounds of soft, oozy Cooleeney and Gortnamona cheese, organic avocados, my favourite chicken liver pâté from On the Pig’s Back, crackers, brown bread and relish – in short, all you could need for a series of perfect afternoon and morning snacks.
Unfortunately the Small Girl’s late arrival has put paid to my plans to head to tomorrow’s Blas na hÉireann National Irish Food Awards at the Dingle Food and Wine Festival – but at least I have a dark haired, sloe-eyed, constantly hungry little mortal to keep me occupied.
Speaking of which, there’s some movement from her bed – time to grab a hot chocolate before the Small Girl starts demanding her own afternoon feast!