The answer to “What’s for tea?” in our house tends to be (extremely) closely related to “What is C*****y Stores selling improbably cheaply this week?” Friday is always a good bargain day. When I called on my way home from work, I was told firmly, “Nobody leaves without mushrooms*.”
I like mushrooms. I like them a lot. The mushrooms were 20p for a huge bag. I was powerless to resist. There were a lot of huge bags in the shop. I only took two of them home with me. I thought that was quite restrained.
So, we have been feasting on fungi… On Friday we had mushroom pizza, yesterday we had mushroom risotto, today we had mushroom fajitas (store cupboard eating is also a bit of a theme, mummy spent all the money on yarn and holidays, OOOPS, sorry children…) Tomorrow should just finish off the fungi, I reckon, which is fortunate as even my enthusiasm is beginning to flag.
*When I write my best selling novel exposing the horrors of life in rural Derbyshire, I am totally stealing this for the title.