Food to suit the weather. After some grey days it’s good to see the sun. A day’s planting in the garden warranted a good supper. As we discussed the possibilities a small bird fell from the sky and landed at our feet. The back wall of our house, at this time of year, is a seething array of homesteads. Mother birds are flying in and out all day bearing worms and other delights from the nearby Traiteur des Oiseaux to their young offspring. So, rather than falling from the sky per se, this tiny bird fell out of his house, Icarus like, and burnt and crashed. I call the creature “he” as I don’t want to get too intimate with young birds. From this point on Jenny took the helm. In no time the little bird was installed on a garden table, just below the point from where he fell. Whilst I cooked a tortilla Jenny watched the small bird through the window and soon called to me that the mother bird had come down and was feeding her offspring. As the onions in the pan caramelised I had a feeling that the mother might be mentioning that she wasn’t that happy about being shown up in front of the flightless giants that were their landlords and could he get his act together and get his arse back into the nest.
The tortilla was as good as I’ve ever made: maybe better. It was one of those that just came together perfectly. This morning I noticed that the bird was gone which is a happy ending.