As you may have noticed I recently spent a period on my own while my partner went off on a holiday to Dubai visiting her daughter. In this period I undertook a scientific, rigorous and possibly exhausting research project on what you could eat on toast without making a mess and leaving the smallest degree of washing up in its wake. I lost a few pounds and survived the experiment with the sense of a job well done. Pause for a brief moment of glowing self satisfaction not shared by those who see no triumph in this minimalist lifestyle.
Now, burdened with the reputation gained by this catering milestone I have been asked to prepare a meal for four as we have guests coming over this evening. One of the things I enjoy about my partner is that she has very high standards but this can present a challenge all of its own. I sense that wheeling out a couple of well presented tins of sardines may not earn the helping of praise we all feed on so frantically. Equally a quartet of egg sandwiches, served with a delicate side salad of tomato may also fail to impress.
This being the case I am now wondering what to prepare. My partner, God bless her suggested I prepare some sort of roast dinner. A suggestion accompanied with her murmuring, ” roast potatoes, gravy yum yum” ; her eyes glazing over with the thought of the upcoming feast. My counter of “You can’t go wrong with eggs. They go very well with toast you know” earned the “raised eyebrow award” which suggests that, however well served they are , you can go as wrong with eggs as it’s possible to go. In the circumstances I swallowed my well prepared speech on the nutritious benefits of sardines and started wracking my brains for a suitable and risk free menu.
After much thought I have settled on steaks with chips for us and a salad for the visiting lady who is currently on a diet. Funnily enough I am currently on a diet, as is my partner. A diet which has been approached with the discipline and planning I hope you would expect from yours truely, only broken by the need to eat and a pleasure in some sort of lovely sweet. As you get older, I find, avoiding mirrors is one of the secrets of a contented lifestyle. Possibly the visiting lady has not discovered that yet. Perhaps I should give her that life tip over a soothing helping of sticky toffee pudding with ice cream. Perhaps not. I can feel another ” raised eyebrow award” coming on.