"Parting is such sweet sorrow". Shakespeare tells us that Juliet utters these words to a departing Romeo after he has wooed her on the balcony. I can only agree with her today. It's wonderful to be back home, after a long weekend with the in-laws. But it was great to see them and we always have a good time and eat like kings. However, there's no place like home.
The sorrow at parting was amplified by six hours at the wheel. The trip should have taken three and a half hours, possibly four with a snack break, but every man and his dog was on their way home from visiting family for Christmas. I like driving, even along the M1 (the most tedious road in England), but crawling along after four days of three course dinners tried my patience and belt buckle.
We had expected to be back in good time to do a spot of food shopping. That didn't happen. We needed a quick, light meal (I need to consider my figure). Z managed to pull together a cracker, filling, healthy and without the richness of the festivities past.
Green beans cooked with some pasta and then tossed in pesto, tuna and cherry tomatoes, was just what we needed. We now have a couple of days before the next big food event; the final one of the year, during which time I intend to eat a lot of veg and less meat. Let's see what happens.