You don’t really need a recipe as such for this one, but I just wanted to share the most comforting sublime little supper for when you’re poorly.
Just soft boiled, shelled and mashed hot with lots of butter, salt and pepper.
Someone made them for me years and years ago when I was sick - they were mashed in a cup and served with buttered toast and, oh, it just made me feel so looked after.
I make them now in a little bowl instead of a cup and - only because I didn’t feel well enough to go to the shop for bread - I had them with some oatcakes, which worked beautifully.
When you don’t feel well, or your loves don’t feel well … you really need chucky eggs!