“Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what’s for lunch.”
My boyfriend and I spend the majority of our relationship asking each other what we should have for dinner - and it usually goes something like this:
Me: What shall we have for dinner tonight?
Tom: Seriously? You're asking me what I want for dinner at 9am in the morning...
Me: Yes. Do you want me to cook something or shall we go out?
Tom: (silence)
Me: Tom? (Pause) So what are we doing for dinner tonight?
As you can see, I do the majority of the asking. Actually, I do all of the asking - I can't help it. As soon as I wake up, I have food on the brain. It doesn't feel right to go about my day with no idea of what we're doing in the evening. Can I slob around in my harems after work? Have I got time to go to yoga tonight? Or do I need to wash my hair and faff around for an hour making myself look pretty?
I like to have a plan; that way, I know when I'm getting my next food fix and I'm less likely to get hangry. So, when we were invited to sample the menu at Mango Tree's concession a few weeks ago, I was grateful that there would be one more day in the year where I would know exactly when, where and what I'd be having for dinner.