I absolutely love a fried egg sandwich, and will happily eat them for breakfast, lunch or dinner. They’re also a comfort food for me, so a frequent go to.

Shortly before my Mum died, whilst I was staying with her, I made myself a fried egg sandwich for lunch. As I walked in carrying my plate, she said, with a laugh, “You, and your fried egg sandwiches!”

Since her death, this essentially unremarkable moment has come back to my mind often. Grief is a bizarre thing to navigate, and I find my memory changing, and fading, as I try to hold on and keep my Mum vivid. This work explores that, as I recall my mother at different mealtimes from a simple habit and personal preference. Considering those mundane, unremarkable moments and habits that mean so much to us, and what they can trigger, even if we don’t realise it at the time.