Food for Thought

I was looking for something to blog about today when the husband suggested that I research the idea that today doesn’t exist at all, in some sort of odd, archaic, time-warp, leap-year kind of way. Today doesn’t exist so completely, in fact, that I cant’ find reference for the news article that he thinks he heard about it, and if it really didn’t exist, he’d have bunked off work, and spent the day with me, which he didn’t do. So, the husband’s off in the wastes of North London somewhere in what we now call the Dead Zone, and I’m here, trying to think of something to write about.

It is Wednesday, and we generally have supper with the husband’s parents on Wednesdays, not every week, sadly, because, we’re all busy people, but as often as we can all manage.

When they come to us, the husband and I generally split the cooking chores; he cooks the main course, and I knock up a pudding. Tonight, with the husband out for a long day, and me buried deep in a LOT of work, I was thinking of serving take-away. I know it’s a cop-out, but we’ve got lots of good local take-away restaurants, and we don’t indulge all that often...

... except, lately, we do!

Lately, we never seem to eat anything that we’ve actually cooked. Lately, there doesn’t seem to be much time for anything except for work, and enough play to keep the work happy, oh, and sleep, obviously. Cooking can be fun, if there’s time for it, but time is very precious right now. On the other hand, so is sitting down with family and eating a really good, home-cooked meal.

Besides... and here’s a little something I found out while looking for that article on being in limbo today... July 25th is Culinarians' Day! (For what it’s worth, it’s also Thread the Needle Day, but there certainly isn’t time to embroider table napkins, so I’ll be drawing the line at a bit of cooking on this occasion). 

So, I’m off to raid the freezer and the larder, and I’m damned well going to produce a nice, nutritious, delicious meal tonight. It won’t be fancy, but it will be prepared with love, and I’m sure that we shall all enjoy it the more for that.

And, when it’s all over, I can, at least, rely on the husband to do a marvelous job of loading the bloody dishwasher... I do so hate that thing!