Hospital food gets quite a bad press generally. Usually it is reviled in the same way that school dinners were 20 years ago. I find that most of the food here is fairly good and, to be honest, the soups are lovely. I have noticed that the chef seems to believe that every dish can be improved with a liberal scattering of cress. It is on everything and most of us wake up having slept with at least one bit in the bed.
Yesterday, being Friday, I had battered fish, chips and peas, garnished with a lemon wedge...and some cress! It looked pretty good and I was certainly ready for it. I applied the obligatory splodge of tomato ketchup and squeezed the lemon onto the fish...and then it happened. Before my very eyes that lovely piece of fish started to bubble. Within seconds the batter had faded and produced a foam. I remember seeing TV adverts years ago about Rabies and as I stared at the fish it was foaming just like that rabid dog! I had created a new lunchtime dish of Battered Rabid Fish, something Heston would've be proud of.
About Me
- Mark. The Inpatient In-Patient
- In 1977 I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. Over the last 34 years this has resulted in me spending many hours talking to doctors and many weeks in hospitals. I have seen many things during these visits, some good, some bad, some funny and some sad. These things have given me my sense of humour and sense of fairness. They have also made me realise that no matter how bad you think your lot is, someone has always got it worse. Someone suggested I write a blog about these experiences, so here it is...
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