Yum

This week's fruit and veg box looks particularly appetising, perhaps because I now have the leisure to decide what to cook and when without a small voice informing me of what she does and doesn't want and like and need, and without the constant CBeebies chatter. It's almost enough to make me want a giant bowl of vegetable soup with a banana, mango, and pear smoothie to finish. Almost...

It is, however, really satisfying to be able to cook for all three of us these days. To take some fish from the freezer, add fresh potatoes and leafy greens, scoop some of that into Izzy the Whizzy, and know that all three of us are getting what we need from things I can see and touch and smell, not from a bland, artificially scented, powder.

Oily fish tonight with some nice dark leafy veg. Chicken yesterday, with roasted roots. Leek and potato frittata tomorrow perhaps. Antioxidants, omega oils, minerals, vitamins, natural fibre. Different colours, different smells, different feels in the stomach. One and a half of us will be getting food through a tube rather than chewing and swallowing, but why should that mean different food?

I must go; the veg box came with a recipe for Carrot Muffins and it is calling my name.
Tia