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July 24, 2009

comfort

The best time to be unwell when I was a little girl, was in winter. Mum would take the day off work, light the fire and run me a hot bubble bath. I would spend the day on the sofa with my pillow and the cat , snuggled under an enormous plush mink tiger blanket that I think Dad won in a raffle, at the Golden Fleece pub. We would spent the day watching crappy video’s together, or she would read to me. And yeah, I faked it on occasion so I could spend the day thus. So she was either a crap nurse, or it was her idea of a rocking good time too.

Mum would always make boiled eggs with soldiers.

And even now, when I am feeling a bit poorly, it’s the only thing I feel like eating.




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  • 9:03pm September 28, 2009
    Cassie said:

    My childhood comfort food of choice was Watties Cream of Chicken soup. From the green tin with the chickens on the label (circa 70s).

    I tried it recently when I wasn’t feeling well. It just wasn’t the same.

    I think that might have had more to do with Mum not being there than the soup, or the fact there were no chickens on the label :)

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  • 9:04pm September 28, 2009
    Thursday said:

    We called them dippy eggs and soldiers. I still call them dippy eggs and they’re one of my favourite things.

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  • 9:15pm September 28, 2009
    Girl Interrupted said:

    lol yep, me too … I could be such a little faker at times, but it was always a day of total care and comfort, I loved it :P

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  • 9:18pm September 28, 2009
    Madame DeFarge said:

    My mum used to make me a bowl of Heinz tomato soup when I was ill and occasionally made me ‘eggy’ – boiled egg chopped up with a touch of salad cream in a mug if I was really ill. Pavlovian reaction now. If I eat tomato soup, I always fancy myself slightly ill.

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  • 9:21pm September 28, 2009
    miss*H said:

    yum, egg and soldiers. My mum used to make the best toast to make the soldiers out of. I admit to faking a few times so I could get the day off school and snuggle down on the sofa with my mums comfort food too. I;m sure she knew I was faking but liked having me there as much as I liked being there

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  • 9:23pm September 28, 2009
    Nanc Twop said:

    I know what a soft-boiled egg is… but what’s a soldier?… tiny military men who serve breakfast?

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  • 9:24pm September 28, 2009
    sas said:

    @Simon thanks for the explanating of soldiers for the yanks.

    @Cassie agree, there is a massive difference betwixt what chicken tastes like and chicken flavouring.

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  • 9:28pm September 28, 2009
    the girl with the pink teacup said:

    My mum did the very same thing when I was small. Googy eggs with soldiers are one of the world’s best comfort foods. Hope you’re feeling better soon, love.

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  • 9:31pm September 28, 2009
    Robin said:

    Ditto Nanc’s comment – what are the soldiers? Toast sticks?

    My mom used to make us soft boiled eggs all the time, I’ve tried to make them myself and always either under or over cook them. I need a tutorial.

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  • 9:32pm September 28, 2009
    Simon said:

    Ah, yes indeed – though in my case it would be a slice of bread I’d actually have to take bites out of myself. We were poor, you see.

    Note for those asking: ‘soldiers’ in this context are narrow strips of bread that you dip into the soft-boiled egg, then eat. Kind of like cannibalism, but more convenient.

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  • 9:33pm September 28, 2009
    Captain Dumbass said:

    Boiled eggs with soldiers. We never called them that, but I’m thinking I could get the boys to eat that. Thanks.

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  • 9:33pm September 28, 2009
    The Peach Tart said:

    That sounds yummy to me.

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  • 9:34pm September 28, 2009
    Sandy said:

    Ah, nobody can care for us like our moms can. I remember having faked illnesses to stay home too.

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  • 9:35pm September 28, 2009
    sherri said:

    what’s a soldier? must know. that tiger blanket is awesome. I faked being sick more than not. My Mom would get me magazines I dug and bring me food on a tray. Ahhhhhh.

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