Lunch yesterday was vegetable soup with Waitrose Olive Ciabatta.
This is different every time I make it as I chuck in whatever I have…although this time I forgot about the sweet potatoes cohabiting with the maris pipers in the potato bag. TB (my toyboy husband) said he didn’t find this particular one appetising to look at but did enjoy it. It did taste pretty darn amazing but I do see his point.
Dinner didn’t happen but we had supper. More Olive Ciabatta, toasted on the inside and filled with slices of grilled portabella mushroom, mixed leaves, chopped black olives, chopped capers and egg free mayo. It’s something I always like but somehow this time it was extra good. Maybe it was the novelty of sitting on the sofa watching “24” on DVD (eating away from the dining table is a rarity beyond rare in this house) or maybe it was the quality of the bread…or maybe the handsome young man sat beside me ;o)