Not for supper, alas. Bollocks of the more allegorical nature.

I soaked the kidney beans for Monday’s feast, but they weren’t ready in time so we had soup on Monday and stir-fry yesterday while I kept hoping that they might be magic beans which would suddenly morph from disgusting inedible pebbles to a delicious meat-free protein source. Worst luck, they haven’t, and frankly I’d rather eat actual kidney stones that the contents of that bowl.
Now I’m thinking I’ll have to improvise and use the bag of aubergines I picked up at the green grocers the other day (six aubergines for 50p? Yum-mo!) and use those for the filling instead.
And K has been swimming today so he’ll be starving; I can’t very well serve him up a meal sans protein else he’ll be groaning and clutching his empty belly all night. I think it’s going to have to be a side portion of egg fried rice again. If only I had any eggs. Or rice.