A Bug's Life

I have made Sunday Lunch for two, and there are utensils everywhere. I have used nearly every kitchen item I own. And that's just for pitta and (shop-bought) hummus, coq-au-vin, and apple/apricot crumble. I failed to conjure the illusion of effortlessness, and my guest had to double as sous-chef :-)

I fear I am turning vegetarian again. I try not to dwell on it too much, in case it's a passing phase, as it would be really jolly inconvenient. Yesterday I shopped for a big lump of meat for lunch, but the more joints I looked at the queasier I felt. Eventually I gave up and decided to make a chicken stew with some joints I had already, and hopefully by lunchtime I'd be happy to eat them. Alas, it was not to be. I fried the thighs with nary a thought, heaped mounds of veg over them and a bottle of wine, and let them cook down and down. But when it came to serving up, I couldn't face it. Luckily the sauce was fine, and I was happy to eat vegetables which had been cooked with the chicken, but I couldn't face eating an actual leg :-(

Now, want sleep. Had an hour's walk this morning, and did a couple of hours yesterday plus weights at the gym. All this exercise is making me want to sleep lots more...