My Syns will not catch me out

Lead me not into temptation towards the fridge as it’s been a positive day and I’ve been determined not to spoil it by over indulging because it’s a special occasion.

We got Hubby’s shoes (hurrah) and our printer ink, but my blood pressure shot up when I saw the price of steak in the butchers……. £47 per kilo!
I wanted a piece, not the whole bloody cow!
Luckily, there was more than one butcher to choose from, but it was still a shock. No wonder restaurants are charging £15 plus for a 6oz steak.

I had a nice chat with the old boy in the stripey apron behind the counter though and said I wanted a piece of steak to flash fry in the pan. He suggested rump, which was £22 per kilo (£10 per pound) and the small piece I asked for weighed in at a cost of £3.46. It wasn’t much bigger than my fist, and I wanted it to do the two of us, so I asked him how much the slightly bigger piece was and that came to £4.88.
He tenderised it for us, and I expected the old mallet with the spiky head, but he had this gizmo that seemed to ‘snap’ on the meat like some kind of pacman which also spread it out a bit, so it was perfectly adequate for us. Damn nice too and Maggie had some as there was a little bit of fat on it.

The problem was what to have for my final meal tonight as I’d used up 14 of my syns.
Hubby had a poor man’s pizza, aka cheese on a sliced baguette done in the oven. I could have cheese, but not bread, so I thought I’d have a go at a vegetable bake/crustless quiche I’d seen in the SW Bible. Sadly they don’t usually give the recipes for these lovely looking meals, though you can find them on their website or in their magazine, so I guessed.
I chopped up some green beans and a carrot and cooked them in the microwave, then carefully measured my 30g of cheddar.
I put the veg and grated cheese in a dish, beat together 2 eggs and poured it over the top, then sliced 4 cherry tomatoes in half for garnish. I baked it in the oven for 20 minutes.
It was OK, actually more than OK, though next time I shall line my dish with one of those fancy liners so that I can lift it all out and not leave part of it stuck to the dish.
No syns, as eggs are free, the beans, carrot and tomatoes are speed foods, and the cheese was my second A option. It’s a good standby, and I shall definitely make it again.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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15 Responses to My Syns will not catch me out

  1. fransiweinstein says:

    It looks very good.

  2. colonialist says:

    You had a stake in a good meal, but were cheesed off because it didn’t all come off?

  3. Paula Light says:

    That looks delicious! I love cheesy veg bakes. Didn’t think of adding egg, but that makes it a real meal.

  4. This looks wonderful. I’m hungry now

  5. Sadje says:

    Impressive and inspiring. Way to go!

  6. jenanita01 says:

    Look at you, being all healthy! I do try, but cannot keep my fist out of the biscuit tin in times of stress! And I do seem to get more than my share of those…

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