I make pasta sauce with three vegetables, each of them a different colour.
I buy expensive sulphur-free dried fruit instead of roll-ups and muesli bars.
In the mornings, I peel the carrots for the lunchboxes in zebra stripes, because the children won’t eat them if they’re not peeled, but I know that most of a carrot’s nutrition is in the skin.
But tonight, I really couldn’t give a shit whether they even ate and the only thing that will motivate me to find the number to call the pizza man will be my own hunger pangs.
greetings, fellow human.
We have had sandwiches for dinner for three of the last four nights. Good sandwiches, mind. The other night was take away.
It’s a special time of year.