Monday, 25 February 2008
Possibly one of the most frustrating feelings in the world is repeatedly opening and closing the barren fridge in the desperate hope that you may have missed something delicious on the first attempt. Nothing ever materializes. You are stuck in a food drought and will be forced to eat the most unlikely items from the depths of the store cupboard instead. I made do with a small tin of tuna stretched with the last scraping of mayonnaise, one red pepper from a jar, some elderly iceberg lettuce and a thimbleful of garlicky sweet-potato (and baking potato – a mistake) mash prepared with immense solemnity by a friend who had ridiculed my meal choice as “far too girly”. He won.
Posted by hart at 06:34