Anyway, mussels. The Sage is a moulefree zone, so I generally eat them when he’s out. In fact, I deliberately plan nice meals when he’s away because I don’t react to being lonely by being sorry for myself, which is just silly. I buy something I like and he doesn’t, so it works out for the best. Sometimes, I cook a new recipe, especially if it’s spicy, so that I can gauge whether it needs toning down for him.
It was quite a trayful in the end, a dish of moules marinières, a separate dish of the liquid because I’d strained it in case I hadn’t scrubbed every grain of sand off the mussels, and it was easier to sip separately, a plate, a dish for the shells, a glass of wine, a spoon and a plate for the bread. Because a rice cake just doesn’t go with the dish. I sat in the sitting room – oh yes, dear hearts, I’m not one to avoid the obvious, and I read the paper and I watched daytime tv. Though I can’t remember what was on, come to think of it, so I must have mostly scooped mussels out of their shells and afterwards read the papers.
As Blue Witch says, a lot of people find they feel healthier without bread. I’ve got several friends who had IBS, diverticulitis and suchlike, who cured themselves by cutting out wheat. One had had to give up all raw fruit and vegetables, to her great disappointment, but now is fine – she’s still cautious about raw veg which is noticeably heavy on a delicate digestive system, but she’s good with salads again – and a couple of others who just feel generally better. In my case, I’m already surprisingly healthy, which I put down to eating a little bit of absolutely everything and – let’s face it – being extremely lucky. But, though I don’t feel any different, I have got that little fat round tummy this evening.
Tomorrow, I will have it again. Because we’re going to a tea party to celebrate a friend’s 95th birthday. I suspect we’ll have the full monty, sandwiches, scones, cakes and all. It’ll be great and I will not consider the diet at all.
What to have for breakfast is the problem, though. It’s not quite porridge weather yet. I’ve bought some muesli, although I’m not that keen on the way any cereal goes soggy the moment milk touches it. Maybe an egg, otherwise. Or a banana. *Sigh*. I get bored with anything that I eat daily, I have to ring the changes.