6.15pm: I had no ideas. Ridiculous, really, given I find food for four on a daily basis. All of a sudden food for one seemed impossible.
Tempted as I was to resort to pizza (easy) or fish fingers (the way my child-catering brain works) I wanted to eat something that I wouldn't normally have - principally because what I like and what the children will eat tends to be a bit different. Now I had the option for spice, or health, or green ...
So I started with a Gin & Tonic and a packet of crisps.
And Twitter. Throwing it open to the twitterverse I wondered what others would suggest. I wasn't let down. @retreatsforyou came up with several lovely suggestions, and I was most taken by the simple concept of poached egg on toast. The children turn their noses up at eggs (I remember doing so as a child as well) and this would be easy to make. Furthermore I wouldn't have much washing up to do...
Full of excitement (or gin...) I went downstairs. I sliced the bread, then opened the fridge.
Briefly I considered beans on toast, but it didn't appeal any more than fish fingers had.
No worries: I remembered the leftover chicken. Sure, I'd had some in my sandwich at lunchtime, but chicken twice in one day wasn't going to kill me.
What I had forgotten was how little there was left. I debated making a curry, but this was beginning to sound like hard work. And, in all honesty, it would have been an onion curry with a hint of chicken.
Further fridge investigations revealed a tub full of cold potatoes. Of course! They'd gone with the chicken a couple of days ago. As had the cabbage, so in a flash of inspiration I thought I could make a souped up Bubble & Squeak - add some cheese, maybe pesto or salsa.
No cabbage. Husband had thrown those remains away.
Wanted an egg...
Finally chose to dice the potato, chop up a red pepper and fry them together with some salt and pepper. A handful of cashew nuts and a final sprinkling of cheese when in the bowl made for a delicious TV dinner meal. (My hips will try to ignore the gallons of oil that, accidentally, went in to this feast, such that I had to pour some away or risk instant heart-failure).
Not exactly healthy and certainly not cordon bleu, but quick, easy and even involved one of my five-a-day.
See! After an hour of debate, dilemma and alcohol, I can feed myself!
The evening epilogue ... I make myself a hot Ribena as a going-to-bed treat. Accidentally (honest - it was late...) I pour the children's squash into my mug instead. No problems! I realise, and tip it back into the bottle. All but the inevitable drip down the side, so I lick up the side of the mug. Double-strength squash. Yeuch!!! How sweet is that?
Of course, I can solve that problem too. The way to cure an unpleasant taste in the mouth must be chocolate. Right?