Would you like toast with that?

After a month of too many birthdays, bills and 'busive phonecalls from the Bank, and only managing to pay rent yesterday after cleaning out all my handbags for loose change, I do not have much to report in the way of culinary excitement.

N had foresight and stocked the freezer with bread a few weeks ago, so the week's meals have been toast with a random permutation of ingredients already in the fridge, the highlights being:
- frozen peas smushed with sauteed onion and garlic on toast
- tinned sardines with diced onion and tomato on toast
- cinnamon and sugar toast dipped in Milo
- toast with tahini and ground linseeds and a drizzle of honey (this is gluggy as hell and you won't feel hungry again for at least a week)
- welsh rarebit made with the remains of old blocks of cheese, mustard and beer, melted until bubbly and poured over, you guessed it, toast
- fried egg on toast with homemade chutney
- toast dipped in eggy milk mixture (there was only one egg and two people, and this seemed the fairest way forward) cooked on the grillpan with jam dregs on top.

If I had time, I would soak some legumes and get some carrots and marked down vegies and make a soup or something. I do honestly believe that you can eat healthily on ten/twenty dollars a week if you have the time to go to the market late on a Sunday and soak beans and buy wholesale and split between ten people and slowcook shitty bits of meat. But with exams pending and the craziness of work (why does family law pick up in the springtime? relationship springcleaning? the thought of another Christmas with their partner's family?), my meals are basically limited to something that can be put together in the time it takes for the kettle to boil for another cup of tea.

But it hasn't been without cause. For N's birthday, I got him two tickets to the mini-Meredith that the festival peoples are holding in a carpark in Chinatown on the Sunday that the real Meredith finishes. Cut Copy won't be there but the Avalanches and Sons and Daughters will, and its going to be the most wonderful summer Sunday afternoon of dancing and merriment.

I might drink to that thought with another cup of tea.

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