“What are we having for dinner tonight?” asked Ro. “The pumpkin soup I made the other day,” I told him “and a pizza. I was going to make some cheese scones, but your father and I agreed, let’s make life easy and see what’s in the freezer.” “We’re not having that cabbage then?”
There is half a small Savoy cabbage left; the other half went in the minestrone soup. “We could,” I suggested without meaning it at all, “shred and deep fry the cabbage to sprinkle over the soup.” “That might be nice” said the lad, keenly.
Well yes, it might be, if he’s going to do it. If he thinks I am, he might be a little less than appointed.
At present, he’s making himself a substantial salad sandwich for his lunch tomorrow. I am drinking wine. A pleasant pink Pinot Grigio. I am going to spend the evening reading the papers – skipping the news and heading for the articles – and mellowing nicely.