The season of goodwill is upon us! The shops online and in the High Streets are buzzing with Christmas fare. There are 3 for 2 and 50% off, etc, enticing us to spend our hard-earned cash. But I have become more savvy over the years. I now make a list and stick to it with self-inflicted discipline to keep myself from going overboard. I learned my lesson the hard way years ago, and now I am one step ahead of the crafty retailers’ advertising. Seriously, write a list. I do mine around the beginning of August (yes, as early as that). And, bit by bit, I find out what the grandkids have their little hearts set on, except George, who is 7 and will chop and change from one week to the next and start putting money aside when I price things up. The older grandkids all want money, so that is easy, and I begin to put money away for them from the beginning of the year; believe me, you don't notice it so much. Around October, I look at my Christmas decoration...
This morning, with the looming threat of tomorrow's soggy forecast (thanks, June 5th), I armed myself with the shopping list and set off for a mid-week grocery trip. First stop: the gluten-free-friendly supermarket—because, I’m coeliac.
Then off I trotted to the next stop—our good ol’ wallet-friendly warrior: Aldi (or as I like to call it, the “Land of Decent Alternatives”). I zigzagged down the aisles, ticking things off and tossing them in my trolley. But then… a thought popped into my head.
"I need something… moorish!"
Ever get that feeling you’re stuck in a dinner déjà vu loop? Like you’ve been buying the same things for the past seventeen years, on repeat? It’s just hubby and me at home, and let me tell you—my better half is as adventurous with food as an out of date lettuce!
I remember asking him many moons ago, “Fancy trying something different for dinner?”
His response? “Let’s just stick to what we like.”
Excuse me? We?! Since when was I included in this culinary equation?
So today, I thought I will have something different and off I went on a mission! I tossed into the trolley: rice (gloriously gluten-free), mushrooms, herbs I don’t already own (which is saying something), chicken, a big ol’ bulb of garlic, and cornflour to bring it all together in saucy harmony.
Tonight, my kitchen becomes a laboratory of delicious defiance.
Hubby can have his usual “stick-to-what-we-like” plate of meh.
I, on the other hand, shall dine on my mix-and-match masterpiece.
And if he dares question my creation? Well… he can stick his own dinner in the oven tomorrow, can’t he?
So here’s to a Wednesday of weather-dodging, tastebud-teasing, and one woman’s quiet rebellion with a trolley full of potential.
Bon appétit to me—and may the sauce be ever in my favour. 🍽️✨
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