The snow seems to be disappearing – at least the roads are visible now and the temperature has finally crept above the freezing mark. Last night I had some pretty dismal Chinese food out of town with colleagues. I had brought a thermos of homemade lentil soup but got sucked into stepping out. I was assured that the food was
pretty good. Hmmm. Does insanely salty clumps of chicken and prefrozen vegetable chunks swimming in an overly cornstarched sauce poured over indifferent rice qualify as
pretty good? Perhaps I’m being too demanding. On the bright side, the company was congenial and I got to have lovely lentil soup for lunch today….
To make up for the decided lack of flavour last night, we plan to have one of my favourites: fried chicken and biscuits and a mountain of steamed broccoli. T has planned to make an onion gravy instead of the plain one – using lots and lots of thinly sliced onion rings. Mmmmm. Is it time for dinner yet?
And is that rain I hear on the skylight? Things are definitely looking up.