House Special?

It has been a long time since we lived in an area that provided for a take-away food bonanza. Back then, back down south, we’d relaxed into an accepted pattern where we probably ordered up two or three times per week – the standard drill for Friday game nights, pus one or two other occasions as suited our lack of effort or inclination.

When I look back now, and think of all that stuff that we consumed and the money it cost us, I do end up quite surprised. I guess it’s a life trait thing, something you need to face up to or challenge yourself on. Environment and opportunity greatly affect it, as we have here, where there is no real convenient fast-food outlet in the village. So it means that when we do veer off course when travelling homewards from work to stop and buy something, it’s less whim, more planned and considered.

Except last night. An annoying day of frustration at work followed by a need to shop to replace things, that actually added to the frustration – from changed layouts to indolent staff – by the time we had acquired most of what we needed, I was the one that suggested on a whim to grab food to take home.

Don’t get me wrong, it was delicious, well-cooked, well-served, and not that expensive, and it did provide a great way to kickback at home, consume and relax. It achieved the desired result. I was restored to contentment.

But I already know it’s not a habit I want to get back into.

Therefore, I remain quite glad we live where we do, and we take more interest and pride in what we can create and cook for ourselves, to eat better, fresher and healthier food, and to source all that from the local region too. We are indeed quite fortunate.