On eating, cooking and writing
Image credit: Pixabay "Roughly how many evening meals would you say you made from scratch in a week?" The man from Hello Fresh delivered his opening line with inexplicable enthusiasm. "Er...seven," I replied, with more than a little embarrassment. "Wow!" His eyes bulged. Clearly, I was not his target customer, and the conversation should have ended there. Should have - but didn't. He'd called at a time when I was evicting unwanted visitors from my daughter's hair with the sadistic determination of a crazed dictator, my son had emptied out the entire shoe rack, making opening the front door virtually impossible (even if I had wanted to sign my life away to an unnecessarily jolly stranger from a recipe-delivery service), and at least one of my toddler twins was naked. I did my usual, "Thanks but it's not a good time" and closed the door, hearing a faint, "OK I'll call back later" once it was too late...