Since Beloved has been doing his gardening thing still, I found myself rather over-run with salady-type things.
And since I have been to the fish market, I have lots of tasty swimmy things. Decisions, decisions
Stuffed squid with salad! Hey let’s make it a crab salad, a crab nicoise salad. Oh and we’ll use those prawns and steam some razorclams I want to tryu this wine. And bread of course, that’ll go well with creamy muscles and…
….some hours later..
Beloved: *gape* what did you do?
Sparky: Cook dinner.
Beloved: Which regiment is actually visiting?
Sparky: So we may have some left overs…
Beloved: We need a whole new kitchen to store these left overs.
Sparky: The cat will eat some
Cat: *is daunted*
Beloved: I’m going to call some emergency dinner guests.
Sparky: That MAY be a good idea.
I’m beginning to think there are some people who sit by their phones every night hoping I’ve gone on a cooking frenzy, by how quickly they responded. You’d think I made a habit of it…
F: *bursts into the room* Fear not good citizens, the appetite is here to save the day!
Beloved: You have a costume…
Sparky: With a cape.
F: And elasticated trousers *stretches them* see? Saves me having to undo the top button for extra gluttony
F: And it has a satchel for doggy bags.
Ok… maybe I might, just might, have done this once or twice in the past. But that doesn’t make it a habit.