
It’s possibly because we’re at the end of summer (but it’s still hot so not quite autumn yet) but I’m tired of thinking about and planning food. Although I do like reading about food, especially since I just finished Stanley Tucci’s memoir, Taste, today.
I was in Cape Town this week for work and a very lovely and concerned colleague asked me, “what are the children and Dion going to eat?”
I said, “they’re all old enough to figure it out but don’t worry, I left them a few meals in the freezer”.
Reader, they did not eat even one of my meals.
Normally this would annoy me but I’m thrilled because it means I don’t have to think too hard about suppers for this week.