You may have spotted Inchy losing some blood from his chest on the above graphic? More about that later.
So, what does the old man put in his cheesy baked potatoes, apart from his blood? Which wasn’t planned.
Here are the simple ingredients the simple Inchy uses, in his struggle with his ailments to make his spuds.
Naturally, potatoes, but which type?
He was not too fussed years ago when he cooked them, but, after his Cancer Prostate, Peripheral Neuropathy Pete, his Cryptogenic Christine Stroke, Bladder Cancer, and and the death of Neurotransmitters (Nerve ends), things are much more difficult for the codger. Slicing his fingers so often, due to Shaking Shaun, and shuddering Shoulder Shirley on the grater, has forced him to buy ready-grated Leicester Cheese nowadays. Some of them are just not strong enough for him. But he tried the Asda one, which he finds acceptable, bless him.
He also uses red-skin potatoes when he can get them. Much tougher skin, that tends not to break up so much when he’s mashing up the mixture to return back into the husks. The lad is also fussy over the few ingredients he uses in the spuds.
He believes, nae, insists, that the Flora No Butter, butter, tastes better than any butter does! For salt, it’s got to be the Squid brand of sea salt; no other will do for him. Getting a fusspot in his old age?
A drop of distilled vinegar goes in. The potatoes are cleaned and then in the oven at 200° heat. But the time needed varies from one spud variety to another. His red skins usually take just over an hour or a little more. He fusses and checks to see if they are ready all the time. When they are done enough…
He’ll scrape out the flesh and into his pot, and get them mixed up as well as he can manage, then they go back in the oven for another half-hour, 45 minutes; he’s checking on them all the time. They must be perfectly crispy on the outside; the inside is soft, buttery and cheesy!
However, recent events of the Accifauxpa and Whoopsiedangleplop type have made him weary. Anyone who reads this may suffer similar ailments as the lad does. He’d like to give some tips… such as what you may need to keep close to hand, and why.
Lymphorrhea Leslie’s Leaking Legs, often kick of when I bend to get in the oven. Also, Dizzy Dennis and Shuddering Shoulder Shirley can be a bind when I drop things and bend down to pick them up.
If one cannot get ready-gated cheese, the chances are there’s going g to be blood! So I try to do the potatoes on a day when the nurse calls.
Best to keep the first aid box in an open position!
Always handy to keep close by, as indeed is Harold Haemorrhoids cream too!
If you are on Warfarin
Never take your blood out of the fridge, too soon.
One more tip from the top photo.
If you have to use the grater and drop it, do not try to grab it against your chest to stop it from falling.
Here are a few examples of my more successful attempts at making decent Cheesy Potatoes.
Bon Appetit!
, or I was in the middle of a
I think the average cuts acquired when shaving would average around 4. I’m as bald as a badger on my head, yet hair grows behind my ear holes and neck?
I have acquired a habit lately of bashing my head on the way down. Usually on the sharp corner of a counter or ledge. With the odd few that have left me unconscious. The last one, when the leg lost all neurotransmitters sensation, I twisted and landed on my back – not sure if I blanked out for a few seconds… As I regained a modicum of reality, the Nottingham Home Alarm Monitor Control lady talked to me over the alarm box. Her voice sounded slightly panicky, and communication was even worse this time
Does Not Go Down
But, this, of course, is an impossibility!
was many months ago. Since then the
have had a 100% daily failure rating.
Today, they cocked it up five times in 2 hours!
The tin opener is the biggest offender.
Naturally, these events usually are down to one of these…
.
.
or
falling down.
But, a rare event!
Like the photo above, sometimes caused by a shaving behind the lughole’s error. Occasionally at their own behest, for which I have had tests… blood all over my vest…
Which, of course, is one for the coming future,
They usually come out smelling atrocious…
Tomatoes, chips, peas & battered chicken,
I get it wrong again and again!
To my days with Grizelda ♥
Further back to memories of Mother…
Last week with Deanna.
A nice gal I met in the USA. I forget her name…
Waiting for a job interview as Team Motivator to start.
Memories of my first car.
My walk in the Royal Maze, Liverpool,
I was happy after I got the message through to me…
Happy memories of bath time – 1959, revisited in 1969!
I just returned from the hospital after the six-week Nottingham Residential Home stay. And proudly made my first meal for me in well over three months… weeks. Burnt my hand on the oven shelf. Happily, I learned my 
Sister Jane escorted me back home after the cancer operation at the QMC Ward 19 operation, and I was released. I got given my notice the following week.
Both are long gone now. Sob!
Nye Bevan NHS creator, easer of pain!
Spike, who fought depression,
