So, I have a vicious headcold. I will survive, but I am not happy. The worst thing about it is the headaches. Yesterday afternoon I realised I needed to eat something.
I looked in the cupboards.
I looked in the fridge.
Nothing that could make a meal.
I looked in the freezer, without much hope.
Two unidentifiable frozen meals, both cooked by me and put in a box, and, I hoped, put there for a reason.
The reason preferably being that they were edible.
I picked the one that looked most mysterious and thawed it out. And struck gold.
Soup, root vegetables and plenty plenty of beef. F'yeah! Perfect cold-food!