Planning

Feeling fat bodied, skinny limbed, stiff as a board, nicotine poisoned, hung over & generally yuled out, I have decided to make myself feel better by following some advice acquired off  t'internet.

 I intend to plan my week's meals in advance, get everything delivered at a time I know I'm going to be around, & be in bed by ten – thereby tackling my inexplicable desire to watch any old rot on the box into the wee hours.

When I do cook I'll double up, so I can either take food to work, (dazzling the assembled company with my creations heralded by a 'ping' from the microwave) or freeze the little darlings for scoffing down at a later date.

The thing I've found with having a week's grazing bundled in advance is: I find the prospect of organising the cooking of it all daunting, & once I'm over the temptation to carry on doing what I've always done (an enourmous hoard every now & sometime including fresh fruit inexorably destined for the green mulching bucket), I realise that meals can play into each other. One dead cert. easy favourite of salmon, new potatoes with something green & seasonal, can play into the next evening's left over the spuds with chorizo & spring onions which makes a topping supper (goes with red wine too, yum)!

I dare say people have been reusing things for donkeys years, but this is a relatively new concept in the bachelor kitchen. The ability to plan ahead, I believe that's what separates us from the apes.

“Thrift, thrift, Horatio” as my dear old Mum used to say & Shakespeare too as it happens.