Not A Masterchef Supper

 I lose touch with my heart today.

Forget how to access yesterday's hopefulness.

At least I cut the grass before it rains. 

And iron the pillow cases.... make up the spare bed for my big sister coming to stay tomorrow.

RC is out most of the day in the care of two lovely men.

Before supper we make a Chocolate Banana and Walnut cake - he says

I've never made a cake before.

 But I remember one year he made the Christmas cake ( Nigel Slater's) when I was in Portugal.

And a batch of Anzac biscuits. I balance the last tray of just baked biscuits awkwardly on the counter top and they crash to the floor and break into hundreds of granola crumbs. I'm glad our lovely cleaner came this morning.....so at least some of them are rescuable.

 I'm trying to make supper at the same time as helping RC with the biscuits. On Masterchef they are always pan frying fillets of turbot or hake or sea bass in obscene amounts of butter so I decide to give it a go with my fat pieces of cod even though I never fry fish and especially not in butter.

However I now have two new super duper non-stick pans - a friend did all the research and came up with a brand called Ozeri which are fantastic and have revolutionised my cooking. You use less fat and a lower heat and it all takes much longer -  so I'm learning to be more patient -  but the end result is brilliant and the pan looks like new after you clean it (very carefully) - something my old pans never do. I call them my green goddesses as they're lime green on the outside.

So the cod fillets are succulent and just lightly browned - I finish then off in the oven and then spritz them with lemon juice and a little shake of salt and pepper. We have them with a sloppy veggie mix of squash and tomatoes, leeks, sweetcorn and spinach cooked up with my holy trinity - ginger, chilli and garlic which has now become the holy quartet of ginger, chilli, garlic and turmeric. RC has the rest of the salad he didn't eat at lunchtime.....and some toasted flaked almonds - a second panful as the first burned while I was cleaning up the broken biscuits on the floor.

 Not a Masterchef supper but lovely all the same. I knew Simon would win - you could just tell he has the edge and the hunger for it....