“Life’s too short to be bothered with cooking” muttered Melvyn Spencer as he dithered about his supper. He had been thinking a lot about his supper. This would not be just any supper, this was to be Melvyn’s last supper.
Clad in his habitual uniform of fawn slacks, campari coloured shirt and sports jacket Melvyn re-arranged his comb-over and turned his gimlet eyes to face the day. He may not have personified hunter/gatherer but he assumed the role with relish.
True to form, it did not take long for him to be steered into Marks and Spencer as “Dine in for £10” beckoned. His eyes widened
Whole trout with tomato and basil butter
Mushroom & Stilton Risotto
Honey glazed gammon
Ginger, Lime & Coriander Chicken…
The list went on and then he noticed adjacent chillers equally stuffed with side dishes and desserts – his digital blinking focused onto Belgian chocolate soufflés and then there was another display of wines to accompany the home dining.
It did not matter for once that he had not heard of these contrived concoctions – Hasselback potatoes for goodness sake, Zinfandel frizzante. His resolve began to crack the more he stared and salivated. A trolley was soon loaded with enough props to dine in for some time. He had selected far more than could be required for a final meal however gluttonous.
Melvyn scratched his head and undid his blazer whilst he re-considered his plans – for the moment he would think of it as the penultimate supper. He was keeping his options about tomorrow.
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