My presence in the kitchen tends not to be appreciated during these periods; Diane is (her own version) on a subdued food-intake plan(sounds better than diet–maybe) and according to both our judgements am quite incapable of fixing anything for a meal that is not caloric. Therefore the cooking has fallen on her shoulders but tomorrow morning I will be so thin that I may be allowed to practice my culinary skills, such of them as have ever existed.
I continued my juice diet for brekky and lunch and by mealtime in the evening I was pretty peckish. So as to remove the cooking burden from Di’s shoulders she heated an old favouite, Dr. Oetker’s pizza, to which she added a little extra cheese and drizzled it with a little olive oil for increased moistness.
She served a delightful salad of spinach and a little lettuce, cherry tomatoes and olives.
As a beverage she accidentally opened, I am a philistine when it comes to wine tasting but I do know what I like, a gorgeous (we describe food and drink using feminine adjectives) Kasaura Montepulciano D’Abbruzzo that fights far above it’s weight.
It was a great way to be reintroduced to the joys of food.