
I'm slouching around at home today feeling vaguely off-colour. Lunch was one of those affairs where you open the cupboard and throw whatever there is into a pan without thinking. It just happened to be a ton of leeks which were softened in butter and served with a grind of salt and black pepper. They were delicious.
I say served. They were eaten in my pyjamas straight from the pan on the stove. I feel like Brian Wilson. I feel like I should be wearing a great big nappy.