Nov 10, 2011

40 dae en 40 nagte

I have very little to say at this stage.  Tonight was pasta and pesto made by Jamie Oliver himself, if you believe the label on the bottle.  It's not the first time either.  During the day, between graphs and paragraphs, I long for exiting food and novel flavours, but by the time I stumble into the kitchen at night I've been reduced to a forager.  Potato salad someone left behind, a strip of lamb that follows the familiar lemon/garlic/rosemary route, or the quiche I always make. Bread and cheese, again.  

I suspect there are stories to tell about even these mundane meals, but I promise that by day three they'll start repeating.  So instead I'll try to dig up more bits from long ago. 

Right now eating is as much about comfort as it is about sustenance.  Just for a while. 

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You're supposed to be sleeping at 1:10 am.

Maar selfs 40 dae gaan verby.

Anonymous said...

You're supposed to be sleeping at 1:10 am.

Maar selfs 40 dae gaan verby.