It was one of those days when B and I just couldn't agree on what to eat. Anything that one of us suggested, the other immediately shot down immediately.
- Spaghetti bolognaise?
- NO. I'M SICK OF PASTA.
- Some nice fish?
- NO HEALTHY RUBBISH.
(I'll let you guess who said what. This really continued for quite some time. An entire tube journey home, in fact.)
So we ended up wandering around the supermarket in a hunger daze, up and down the aisles like zombies. Until we chanced down the fresh meat section and lo, a bright light did shine from the sky and lo, verily did we exclaim in unison HAM AND CHIPS!
There was some nonsense from B about having ham, chips and peas, but I soon put him right. Because everyone knows the only proper accompaniment to a plate of ham and chips is a fried egg. And lots of ketchup.
Home-made chips with plenty of salt. Potentially heart-attack-inducing, but soooo good.
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