01/01/08

And, after drinking my body-weight in port, I'm back.

The house seems strangely empty and quiet. I feel oddly ... sober. And not full of food.

The fridge is very sad - I made sure I ate everything perishable up before I left, so at the moment all it contains is a jar of tartar sauce, a pot of pesto that I really should throw away now, maybe? A bottle of Supercassis. The obligatory lump of butter that I never use. And, for some reason, two bottles of lemon juice. I don't know why I have two bottles of lemon juice. I don't know why I would have even one bottle of lemon juice. Oh no, wait, one of them is lime juice. Which makes so much more sense.

I'm even out of most of the tinned stuff. When did I use up all the tomatoes? No onions left either. Though I seem to have an excessive amount of spagetti - why is that? Was I going to use it for something specific, or did I just go on a spagetti-buying bender one night? And where did these porrige oats come from? Have I ever cooked porrige here? And what is that? ... oh. Okay, forget about that. I clearly did.

So. That's lemon-spagetti-porrige then. Anyone else want some?

Oh, and happy New Year!