Coming Home

Wednesday 29th September

Day 161

Sometimes I think we eat the same meals all the time and I could be more adventurous in my supper repertoire. But as the light fades earlier and my energy with it, I gravitate more and more to the simple.

Tonight, round pebble carrots and potatoes boil on the stove. A colander of broccoli flower heads will sit in their steam for five minutes before we sit down. The pan of flat, pale yellow beans - a packet we bought on holiday in France - are softening in a stew of sweet orange tomatoes, garlic and red onions. There is more garlic - ours - in the mayonnaise to dab on the organic salmon fillets. If I get the timing right we’ll have half a mealie each to sink our teeth into while the fish spits and blackens under the grill.

Now the house smells like coming home. Better than last night’s take away pizza.