Here is the 'scientific' answer.
Having eaten my way through the fridge's contents, it's about time for another trip into town because all that is left is some American mustard, a jar of olives, and a couple of Cokes which are always there just in case an old mate shows up who on Bougainville used to live on Coke and custard. I'm not mentioning names, Des!
I don't really want to leave the peace and quiet of "Riverbend" and so, in order to delay my trip into town, I'm trying to think what sort of meal I could 'construct' out of a few olives, a dollop of American mustard, and a can of Coke. I did discover a large piece of Elaine*'s home-made fruit cake in the crisper and wonder if I could skip the main course altogether and go straight to dessert. (* Elaine is a friend of the family and the purveyor of 'home-laid' eggs and I'm sure she doesn't mind having her name mentioned in this blog)
If all else fails, I shall scrape a week's stubble off my face, put on a new pair of underpants (and the rest), and mingle with humanity just long enough to grab a few comestibles and "tap and go" through the Woolies' check-out without my pulse rising as they tell me to "Have a nice day".
