So I decided I’d go for lentil burgers and potato wedges. I say this, what really happened was that I boiled some lentils and potatoes, steamed some cabbage, didn’t have any bread, fried the potatoes with garlic salt and chilli, half-arsedly mashed the lentils and slopped them into a frying pan with no binding or anything other than more garlic salt and chilli, and tipped it all onto a plate. How did ‘I’m cooking tonight’ turn into throwing the first three things I found in the kitchen into a variety of pans and hoping for the best?
When I turn my mind to it, I can cook pretty well. I know a large number of ‘dishes’ off by heart; I can follow a recipe and create something delicious, I like baking, I like cooking, I like preparing and eating nice food. At least I’m no longer surviving on tinned tomatoes and chocolate, but seriously, what happened?
Anyway, I am in the library and today’s menu has consisted of porridge, a wrap, a cookie, and a cup of tea, because I have been in rehearsals or the library all day and can’t actually remember what the outside world looks like any more. How I shall ever find my way home I do not know.