Frying Pan

I always know when life is ropey, I get out my frying pan.
No proper dinner cooked you see. A mess of sausages, eggs, hash browns and beans are served instead of  a proper meal.
This kind of fare was what I used to eat as a youngster 1970 - 1978 and always on a Saturday. Late morning Mum and dad would walk briskly to the betting shop while I prepared eggs, bacon, tomatoes and sometimes even mushrooms. Never had chips, they were deemed a treat only to be had now and again.
Fried food was happy -go- lucky food. How times have changed. Now a quickly prepared fry-up is a sign of melancholia.

But not to worry I'm back to making casseroles tomorrow. Happy Days....