I had mushrooms on toast for lunch. I can still taste it. The memory of those gorgeous things sizzles salivatingly in my mind. Mmmmmmm.
And then at work I ate a jacket potato and a whole tray of baked beans (which usually gets shared between 10+ patients), and a large bowl of orange segments. I didn’t bother with dinner when I got home, and so Dad decided he wouldn’t bother to cook for himself. Now he’s going to have cheese dreams.
