Day 2 - Marrakech Egg Mess

I manage to control my hunger long enough to perform a detour via Anyatollah (give me a break with the typos, I'm super fucking hungry) on the Narrow Way to grab some haloumi. Being a bit more in tune with the contents of my fridge post kitchen apocalypse, I already know that this, plus some tomatoes and a funny long green finger pepper thing, will give me the ingredients I need for my mythic Marrakech Egg Mess. It's been oh such a long time but back at home my new kitchen is working with me. I easily side step the momentary distraction afforded by a quick 'n' easy peanut butter (and butter) sandwich and spring into action. Knifes sing, pepper seeds fall and egg shells execute perfect hyperboles into the bin. Like the return of a long absent love, my dearest egg mess unfurls itself before me and falls into my arms. Or gob. Where there were meals enough for two, there now lays none. Self restraint at meal time will be a lesson returned to rather frequently over the coming days me thinks...

Marrakech Egg Mess
(enough for 2 for a prudent brunch or 1 for a hearty pre-karaoke chow down)

• 1 pack of haloumi, cubed
• 1 or 2 peppers of which ever colours take your fancy
• weirdy wiggly green pepper
• olives of either persuasion
• a good shake of hot pepper sauce (omit for little sissy girls)
• 3 big-ish tomatoes
• 2 eggs
• paprika
• seasoning-tings

1. With pan and olive oil set to mo-fo, fry that haloumi to hell! Or, alternatively, just until it starts to take colour.
2. Add red pepper, weirdy pepper and paprika and sweat for a while.
   
3. Throw in the olives, crushed into halves between thumb and forefinger like dirty little bug heads.
   
4. As it starts to dry and catch, mash the tomatoes and slide them in for a touch of wet relief.
   
5. Now would be a good time for hot sauce and seasoning. Or to shoot yourself if you're thinking of dodging the hot sauce.
   
6. Wait for a little of the tomato juice to cook off and then create an arena of death in the middle of the pan for some imminent eggs-ecution.
7. One at a time, drop an egg minus shell into the arena and chase it around like toy dog with a dickey heart. When it keels over and expires, fold it into the the other ingredients and repeat with the next egg.
8. When it all starts to firm up, you're ready for action. Touch more black pepper and then slop onto the nearest plate perhaps with some of that caterpillar bread from the local Turkish.