Help! I have no inspiration to cook anything! It has been like that now for the last four days and this endless rain certainly doesn’t help. Oh well no problem, I just won’t do anything until it is time for supper.
There is a single primrose flower in my tiny garden which looks rather lonely and out of place for January. I have put out some food for the birds as they struggle to find any at this time of year. I can see them from my window pecking and eagerly looking between the soggy and bare soil. Occasionally I see squirrels peeping behind the trees only to run really fast with their bushy tails in the air. I have a strong impulse sometimes of wanting to pick them up and cuddle one. Silly thought, they are wild animals that wouldn’t be a good idea.
I have a very large cabbage in the fridge which is sitting there with an air of importance and some chubby chicken legs; perhaps they would do for supper tonight. My children are ravenous when they come home from school and dinner needs to be ready ASAP when they step in.
Supper always feels a humble affair when cabbage is on the table. But I know how to make it better: I will shred and steam it, a good drizzle of olive oil, a pinch of salt and a few drops of vinegar to enhance the flavour. A good stir and you get a cabbage dress to the nines. And there is a feeling of pleasure in gnawing a chicken leg on a cold and wet winter night.
Some of this nutty and chunky chocolate I bought in Italy will follow. No one complains then.