This healthy eating lark (I’m ignoring the large quantity of chocolate biscuits in my diet for the purposes of this sentence) is quite tricky in unexpected ways.
The other weekend I made myself those filo wrapped roast veggies and feta and, despite looking like small logs, they are rather delicious, even if I do say so myself.
They are, however, complicated in ways I could not have anticipated. In our office we have a sad lack of cutlery. As a result I have a small stash of plastic knives and forks snaffled from various places nearby. This has always worked perfectly, until my filo logs made an appearance.
While eating log number 1 I felt something hard among the veggies. I did wonder what it could be, but swallowed it down anyway. The second time it happened though, I did that really attractive thing of fishing around with my tongue to locate it and extracting it from the mouthful. It was small and plastic. There was no plastic involved on my cooking. It was a mystery. Until I went in for another mouthful:
Yes, it turned out I’d broken the end of two fork prongs and actually eaten one of them.
The next day it got worse. Midway through Log number 2 the fork shattered entirely:
I think it’s time to go back to the frittatas. And maybe a chocolate biscuit or two :o)