The last few hours I did have, as one does after midnight, a terrible time. I looked through – and still am – the most incredible mountain of Cordon Bleu Cookery devised in 1969, purchased by me (blame ebay) about five years ago when I was still in the money.
I am a cook. With a vengeance. But 1969 was something else. Anyway tomorrow morning – it’s dark this minute – I will add more to landfill. No disrespect to the ladies who wrote what must have once been the height of sophistication. Naturally, if only I a were novelist – a profession overrated – I’d use all my totally useless research to write how to … what? I don’t like short stories with an open ending. The ultimate cop out.