" Sam Vimes was an uncomplicated man when it came to what poets called 'the lists of love'. He noticed that sex bore some resemblance to cookery: it fascinated people, they sometimes bought books full of complicated recipes and interesting pictures, and sometimes when they were really hungry they created vast banquets in their imagination - but at the end of the day they'd settle quite happily for egg and chips, if it was well done and maybe had a slice of tomato."
Terry Pratchett, "The Fifth Elephant"
Thing is, my OH does not eat eggs (unless cunningly disguised in a cake, or a pancake even. Or tomatoes, unless it's in form of a sauce, preferably or the meaty variety - like ragu a la Bolognese, or chilli con carne. Thinking about it, he's not too hot on vanilla, either, although I maintain that real vanilla - none of your synthetic stuff - takes some beating. Especially as an ice-cream, say. He does like it spicy though - the hotter the better.
What do you mean, are we still talking about food ? Sheesh. Mind out of the gutter, please.
On second thought, though, don't bother.
Anyway - whilst tonight's dinner wasn't exactly egg and chips, it was hardly any more bother in terms of preparation - venison grillsteaks that OH picked up on a flying supermarket visit (it was the visit that was flying, not the supermarket), home grown runner beans outta the freezer, and chips.
And you know what ? It was fine. You wouldn't want it every night, but once in a while.... It's absolutely fine to just shove something under the grill and serve it with chips.
Happy weekend :o)