eat lunch

So if I wasn’t so deathly hungry, ‘stomach-is-digesting-itself-hungry’, then I’d for sure make up some Chicken & Spinach Florentine (ahhh yes) instead of canned chicken soup & brown rice with yogurt dessert.

I was getting so hungry, and it was wonderful to finally eat! I had some Dan Dan Noodles and tea, and then a few orange slices. What a great lunch. i think I’ll be doing this pretty frequently for the rest of my life, so bon appetit!

four days back at work.

So far:

Two bags of crisps.
Nothing.
A cheese and onion toastie (only it was more like breakfast, timewise).
Four donuts and a can of coke.

I’m going to buy a five-minute-meals-for-one book or something. How can I survive as a normal person without normal-person food?
What do normal lunch-eating people eat?

I have luncheon vouchers galore. Which have to be used before the end of the month. Tomorrow I am going to try really hard to call one of the five people I know here, and ask them if they want to eat steak and chips. Cos I know I do. But unless there is committment I won’t bother.

Oh look at me. I just called and fixed a lunch date for tomorrow. Brave New World that has steak-frites in it :)

proving so difficult to feed myself without the restaurant round the corner?

argh I went out at the weekend and in an attempt to eat something resembling real food bought five microwave meals. I’m over the excessive vegetable buying cos they just sit proudly and rot into fascinating shapes.

Got the first one out mmmmm chinese noodles. And then remember that the microwave exploded a few weeks ago. Not to worry! They must have real cooking instructions on the back.

One burnt pan and unnaturally crispy noodles later I start thinking this is a bad idea. I’ll spare you the details. So today i go for the chicken tikka masala (found in backwater of France, skip, jump) and after 20 minutes in the oven it is inedible.

Moral of the story is, that is not about my cooking, cos I followed the instructions for once. It must be that the only reason microwave food tastes good is cos you leave it till the last minute and it’s ready straightaway. So you don’t notice it’s crap. A bit like the news.

Tomorrow I promise myself I am going to take the time to make real food.

dollops of hummus at erratic intervals = not lunch

ok not a correctly fashioned potato in sight, despite my eagerly declared potato week. Have to work on that. So it was default Boredom Pasta™. So I decided to take the afternoon off and take the kids to the bookshop. When you can’t get good food, you need good books.

:)

soup
then soup
then realfood (visitors)
then soup
weekendy type substantial affair
then ooh crepe. I think that counts as realfood too.

Savoury food was ingested at reasonably appropriate times. And was not from a packet. Which meant it was the same soup.
Good goal.
Doable.

It is soup weather.

which is cheating.

I was so full of myself after yesterday’s trogathon that I thought I could get away with a Suzi-Wan hot & sour soup (well at least it’s not hot ‘n’ sour). Two minutes to heat up, left time for a quick siesta. While eating said soup, I discovered, on their website, that they are made by the Mars people (it’s still one step away from a Mars-bar) and even they say in order to make it into a meal one should add chicken or something.

So I got the tremblies at around three – and had to eat again. BUT instead of a sugar fix I had comté cheese and saucisson sec. Insert momentary dream of starring in some healthy eating commercial.

This goal is going well. At this rate I will be raving about salad and the benefits of drinking spring water by the end of the week.

at 10.30pm (ha! me!) in eager anticipation of turning them into onion soup with baguette and melted cheese baked in a tureen type thing for lunch tomorrow. I never forward plan food but this is waaay cool.

I know, it might sound boring but they are looking so good, my two-euros-for-a-sack onions, all glistening and caramelized (that took the longest time to spell, which is because you have to put wine in). I’m going to let them fester for half an hour and then tomorrow lunchtime I’m going to lay myself a nice table and oh god roll on lunchtime please.