I’ve been home for an hour. The Sage came to Norwich to fetch me. I’d said that I’d probably eat en route, but I wasn’t hungry at the small transport caff, so I was by the time we got home.
What is it with (some) men? There was hardly a vegetable in the kitchen. I found garlic and three tomatoes and that, literally, was it. Not an onion, nothing green. In the end, I chopped a couple of cloves of garlic and two tomatoes, fried them a bit in olive oil, added some dried chillies and some salt, opened a tin of chickpeas, rinsed them and chucked them in and, since the Sage entered the room at that moment to offer me some hot-smoked salmon, put in a bit of that too.
The only other remnant of vegetable I found was a single chip which had fallen unobserved to the edge of the counter.
Sad to say, I’m too tired to write anything more, but tomorrow I shall upload pictures and may post a few. Or whole lots, who knows?
Oh, you may wonder about the title. It’s our wedding anniversary. I’ve brought him back some fudge.
After 37 years the occasional fudge has to expected.
but he had salmon! I’d forgive the lack of veg for that.
Happy Anniversary – did he remember?
Congratulations.
Welcome back.
And congratulations on your Wedding Anniversary.
Sounds like you had fun away. Good.
It is the best fudge, Rog.
He did indeed, Zig – he’d already mentioned it in the morning.
Thanks!
What’s an ‘onion’?
Happy Anniversary. I did some sums and the balance of probability was what Rog said. 17 seemed too few and as for 101…
I suspect the compost bucket will be empty apart from tea leaves. I’m not going to look, it’s none of my business.
37 it is – not 5 or 17. Next year, I shall have been married for two-thirds of my life (in round numbers, that is).
37 years together?? ooh congratulations!!!!
Congratulation to you both
Happy Anniversary–and many many more!
Happy Anniversary!