My wife is out of town for about a week and in the kitchen anything I attempt much more complex than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich is liable to turn into a culinary cataclysm. Barbara laid in a selection of frozen dinners, so last night I had something Thai. Dunno what all was in it, but it was mostly noodles with some veggies and other things. Following the directions, I poked a few holes in the plastic film covering the plastic bowl, tossed it in the microwave for three minutes, took it out and removed the film, stirred it a bit, and put it back in for another two minutes. It was kinda hot (spicy—woof!) and very tasty. I would eat it again. That kinda cooking I can handle.

Bowl of cereal for breakfast this morning. It's approaching lunch time here, so I'm thinking about a ham and cheese sandwich on nine-grain bread, complete with slice of tomato and onion. Mustard on the ham and cheese side, mayo on the tomato and onion side. Probably followed by an apple.

Dunno about tonight yet. Gotta check the fridge. Among other things, there's a sort of oriental chicken and rice thing in there that sounds pretty good.

Don Firth