A mere trifle

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Can you justify strawberry trifle with fresh cream for breakfast?

I can.

Well, you see, I have been pretty much confined to base for the past few days and I live in a village with one small, fairly well-stocked shop. You can buy a new plug, or a light switch, coal or ant powder and mousetraps.. .and  lots of fresh ingredients, tinned stuff and a small selection of frozen. But, to be fair, not a lot you can use when you can’t currently cook safely, can’t wield a tin opener or vegetable peeler. And definitely shouldn’t be let loose with a sharp knife.

So I gave up, bought some ham and a brace of the aforementioned trifles for dinner.

Which was fine. Ani and I ate the ham, and one trifle remained.

Having downed the coffee this morning through bleary, sleep deprived eyes, I started on the pills and potions, obedient to the medics’ instructions. “Take six together daily, with or just after food’ reads the label. Six? Add to the existing handful… I have long thought I get more calories from pills than food lately… and I have to eat first too? At six in the morning??? Hrmph.

A recce in the fridge revealed the dire state of affairs. Almost as bad as Old Mother Hubbard… though at least Ani is well stocked with bones and dog food. But honestly, I couldn’t face meaty chunks that early on a morning.

Don’t get me wrong, I have the wherewithal to whip you up a wonderful cake of many possible varieties, but actual meal-making ingredients…hmm. This could only mean one thing. The supermarket.

Now, no swooning in horror… that’s my job… I was going to have to go anyway. I needed more  dressings. And my son needs the fish feeding. And the opticians had called.

But that presented an interesting problem. I could, of course, go out without the pills… but I have to take them early in the morning or I’ll be wide awake and buzzing still at bedtime. And I don’t need anything else keeping me awake at present. I’d finished the chocolate biscuits from the guest room yesterday (merely in the interests of keeping the stock fresh, you understand). The bread, upon inspection, had far too many green bits to be worth toasting. So the solitary trifle, staring at me in its crimson and cream glory from the top shelf of the fridge was, I fear, my only option.

Pretty neat work, really, I thought.

Ani, too, seemed to approve as she kidnapped the container it was sold in… the recycling bin does, after all, state that plastics should be clean. She likes to oblige.

So we both had good excuses. Not that we should need one, mind you. But we do seem to be trained into feeling guilty about a little self-indulgence… even when they are mere trifles.

ORC broch 007

I drove in to check on progress after the leaking pond/hungry, breakfast-seeking heron emergency had been resolved by Herculean, pizza fuelled efforts by my younger son and co. I had arrived one morning last week to find the great bird perched on the low roof, about to pounce. Further inspection revealed that the almost heron-proof pond had emptied itself overnight, making it un heron proof and vulnerable. Several frantic days later, the problem was located and dealt with, finally, last night.

Next I embarked upon a futile search of every pharmacy in town in search of the dressings I need, and a wholly unappreciated and expensive trip to the opticians Then I finally managed to shop.

Only, by this time, of course, I am shattered, my burned arm and fingers are screeching in protest at overuse and the dressings getting rather soggy. Quite apart from the fact that my neck and ear feel weird as I shed a snake-like skin from the lesser burns there.

Which is my excuse for returning only with more dog food, milk and a huge tub of unsweetened yoghurt… and chocolate to crumble in the latter, of course. Unless I have any more un-Ani’ed strawberries ripe in the garden that the birds haven’t found.

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So, I will have to justify chocolate next.

Which leads me to an interesting inner debate on whether, actually, I should.

I recall a passage from the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams, in which “the Guide erroneously states that “ravenous Bugblatter beasts often make a very good meal for (rather than of) visiting tourists” in its article on the planet Traal. This led to deaths of those who took it literally. The guide’s editors avoided lawsuit by summoning a poet to testify under oath that beauty was truth, truth beauty, and therefore prove that their claim, the nicer one, must be true. This led to life itself being held in contempt of court for being neither beautiful nor true, and subsequently being removed from all those present at the trial.”

Perhaps, I ask myself, chocolate needs no justification except its own existence? It may be more important to prove a good reason why it should, in fact, not be eaten?

Or maybe I should just say bugger it… I’m going to eat it anyway. With the strawberries.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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23 Responses to A mere trifle

  1. Morgana West says:

    eating trifle for breakfast needs to be questioned. Sheeeesh. You need to spend a week at hour house 😉


  2. It’s nice to meet you, Sue, I was directed to your blog by Benjamin Prewitt and also got to discover the School of Silent Eye, wonderful cause of consciousness it is!
    Eat chocolate whenever you feel like it, celebrate a sunny day with strawberries and always be well! 🙂


  3. Trifle for breakfast sounds lovely! (note to self… 🙂 )


  4. ksbeth says:

    I believe the trifle for breakfast and chocolate without guilt, taken as needed, should have been written into your list of prescriptive doctor’s orders for your full recovery


  5. Trifle for breakfast sounds wonderful !!


  6. Running Elk says:

    NO, not on the trifle, which sounds like a very healthy breakfast… there must be at least a couple of your five a day in there… 😉
    No, no… it’s the big, message on the fence, looking for her 5 a day, that is rather choke-worthy… Blue… heron… Oh, my! NOW?!? LOL!!! Too wonderful, too beautiful, too you… 😀


  7. I feel strangely … left out. What is a trifle? From the description in Webster’s dictionary, it sounds wonderful.

    As for chocolate … Sue, I’m pretty sure it’s one of the food groups and therefore it should be part of your daily diet.

    I love Great Blue Heron. We have some in our pond in back. But I’d draw the line at providing them with a buffet. Glad you found a way to heron-proof your pond.


    • Sue Vincent says:

      Ah… imagine a deep base of sponge cake soaked in strawberry jello, Judy, replete with fresh strawberries. Across the top a rich yellow custard. Crown it with fresh cream and more strawberries.. and maybe a sprinkling of grated chocolate… heaven 🙂

      The ‘grown-up’ version has sherry or madeira soaking the sponge too.

      It doesn’t have to be strawberry.. and fruit combination is fine 🙂

      And yes, I have found a way to incorporate chocolate as a necessity 🙂

      The heron is fabulous… a real treat to see it so close for so long.. but no. It can eat elsewhere .. we know these fish by name!


  8. Your description of a trifle is heavenly. All these years … I’ve been missing out.

    I used to see the Great Blue Heron when I lived in New York State, too. Magnificent bird. Glad you let him know what’s what … in the buffet department. 🙂


    • Sue Vincent says:

      We have one goldfish that seems to have had a lucky escape with a beak mark across its back.. all the others are present and accounted for 🙂

      Make a trifle, Judy… you won’t regret it 🙂


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