I’m going out to lunch tomorrow and that is something that I don’t have the occasion to do much now. Its in a small village not too far from home and I really am looking forward to it. I don’t have to think what to get out of the freezer and what to do with it then. As I age I find that my cooking seems to have gone to pot. Can’t seem to get things co-ordinated potatoes and vegetables cooked at the same time and the meat as well. Is this a sign of old age? I used to have dinner parties regularly in my younger days, so cooking was obviously not a problem but now I don’t think you would like to eat what I dish up. Must try harder I say to myself. Lunch today is gammon steaks which I will pop in the air fryer which should not be a problem and then rhubarb. I love stewed rhubarb and custard. I planted rhubarb in the garden, but the gardener dug it up. Obviously a mistake.
This brings back a memory of many years ago. Just before I had to go into hospital for an op a friend insisted we went out to dinner. I recall it was to a pub but the name alludes me.
Deja vu.