I like this style of eating. It is the kind of dinner that I can really relate to. I can even cook it. Victoria Haschka writes
I’m not having dinner.
I haven’t been sent to my room for being naughty. I’m not on a diet and I’m not drunk.
I’m in the house on my own and quite frankly, tonight I couldn’t be fussed.
If I was my Mum and I was alone I’d probably tuck into a hunk of cheese and the heel of a loaf of bread.
If I was my husband I’d combine six different types of condiments and light the barbecue so I could eat a mess of ribs, and lick sauce off my wrists without seeing my spouse wince.
If I was wearing another one of my personas I might I might push the boat out. Since the spouse hates the smell of smoked salmon, I might be making pasta for one lovingly by hand, and filling it with smoked salmon and a splodge of crème fraiche. I’d dress it with some capers and lemon juice and watch Q &A in peace.
Other nights and other moods might call for a tub of chocolate rock and a teaspoon, or instant miso with floating islands of tofu, eaten from a mug with my name on it.
But none of those are going to do tonight. It’s not even going to be roasted tomato soup from a bag, jazzed up with pebbles of fennel and a thwack of pesto.
Instead it’s a pile of ripe cherry tomatoes, with flakes of salt on the side and a big glass of pink wine.
It might not be much of a dinner, but it’s darn good.
And if anyone asks, I made a very nutritious stir fry with leafy greens and ate it with brown rice, ok?
What are you having for dinner?
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Tonight will be left overs.
Last night was nachos with guacamole and jalepenos. Mmm mm.
My daughter had baked beans and tinned spaghetti after telling me the fish fingers she asked for were yukky.
After she went to bed I had two gin and tonics, the rejected fish fingers and some corn chips that I dipped into marinated fetta cheese. Hmmmmm-mmmm.