I was challenged today. A friend commented that I haven’t posted “in a while”. I haven’t been cooking all that much lately, and have been a busy Castor canadensis (beaver, busy beaver) doing a bit of this and that, here and there.
But I can rise to the challenge. I flew home on the bus, and have exactly 27 minutes to provide you all with a blog post before Coronation Street airs.
The question tonight is, “What is for supper?”. I suppose most of you would say, “What’s for supper”, but I feel like being prim. It also gives me another sentence to fill!!
Okay, supper. The Walsh cupboards are a bit destitute these days. Again, on account of being busy, neither of us have had a chance to plan meals for the week ahead.
(I stop and have a good belly laugh).
It makes it sound like we actually plan! HA HA HA HA. Oh, my stomach muscles hurt for the pain of laughing so hard.
Here, take a look at what we have in the larder:
If you are a Dietitian, you may use us an example of What Not To Eat, excepting the pictures of the eggs, fruit and high fibre cereal. If you are a teenager, or haven’t quite grown up like Michael and I have, please note, the industrial size bag of Wine Gums. That’s one of the necessary cupboard staples being married to an Englishman. There must always be a supply of wine gums in the house. That and Marmite, but Marmite is so disgusting I refuse to give it a another spot in my blog.
The dinner decision? Scrambled eggs and toast tonight. Simple fare. But delicious. Yay for eggs. They have saved more than one supper in this house.
And on a completely different subject, my dear husband, in the spirit of Movember, is growing a moustache!!! He thinks I haven’t noticed yet, but I most certainly have. I’m so excited. The idea of being married to a 1970’s porn star has its secret thrill to tell you the truth. Woot!
…and there goes the opening music of Corrie. Just in time.