Ugh ! Mmmmmmm

The very kind Pauline, our district nurse who comes to draw blood at home now, brought an assortment of food supplements in cartons. However, our gourmand has given them the thumbs down. No Egon Ronay stars here, then.
After a severe bodily offensive brought on by a sip or two of fresh orange at the weekend we had all but given up hope of finding tid-bits to tempt the master's palette.
Until, that is, little Ruth - no longer three but four - wished to extend her maturing culinary skills into the art of jelly making. With the help of Granny Morag a row of perfectly pink, perfectly wobbly mini munros were created - perfect possets for the poorly.
The man's taste buds stirred. Memories of childhood comforts flooded back - toast soldiers, fish poached in milk and butter, custard and baked rice. The magic worked. Irresistible served with vanilla ice-cream and supped with a silvery long stemmed spoon, the jelly went down a treat . Not much, but a start. Enough to give a wee energy boost fo a walk across Tower Gardens with Jeannie.
The Great Diet Redifinition continued today with a mouthful of Dotty's exceedingly good home made coffee and walnut gateau and an oatcake.
Any recipes, Johnny ? We know you're out there. Maybe an Ardbeg smoothie or Lord of the Isles syllabub ?