eggs

i realise i've not had egg since coming to stockholm. it's been exactly 3 weeks since i landed and i've yet to eat egg. part of me is intimidated by their limited shelf-life and i'm wary of feeling pressured to eat in and finish my fresh produce before it goes bad. i'm still ploughing through my first sack of onions, whatever possessed me to buy 2kg of onion that time has long been exorcised but i'm stuck with too many onions and too few ideas. i miss my dutch oven. if i'd my dutch oven, i'd have made some french onion soup by now but my lack of semi-decent crockery over here has been institutionalised as an eternal excuse to justify my culinary sloth. that said, i've been having onions with everything: stir fried pork - also purchased in bulk, soup, porridge, and i was so desperate i even almost had it with my muesli in the morning. basically, i'm about to hit my onion limit but the bag is magical and the supply unending.

if i'd eggs, i could make an onion omelette. if i'd cheese, i could make an onion omelette with cheese. if i'd tomatoes, i'd make a spanish omelette. and my onions can aspire to greater things other than being the token fibre complementing my microwaved dinner (babies, don't you dare tell the parentals that i'm using the microwave.) but for the nonce, they remain onions condemned to gastronomic mediocrity in a bag with a few sprouting potatoes masquerading as onions. i need to do something about my potatoes, too. see what i mean by being pressured to cook and engage in fruitful activity other than sleep?

to assuage my guilty conscience, i think i'm going to hunt down sirap and its legendary pancakes tomorrow. even though i spent a week at a hotel just a stone's throw from sirap, i didn't manage to haul my lazy behind there before and there's no better time than tomorrow morning because unlike my conscientious friends who signed up for swedish, i'm absolutely free.