The biggest problem with this particular Sunday lunch was the amount of food that we had tucked away during the weekend, curry on Friday and fish and chips on Saturday. I was replete. My desire to stuff my face with fantastic food had waned. Before we'd even set off for the pub I was dreaming of a nice light salad. It was a shame really as I could have easily eaten everything off the menu.
What I chose in the end was rigatoni pasta with marinated artichokes, sun-dried tomato and olive sauce with baby basil topped with a slice of grilled goats cheese. It wasn't as light as I had hoped but it was definitely the lightest meal that any of us ordered (apart from the children's meals).
I'm not known for having a sweet tooth so I skipped desert while my fellow dinners found extra capacity*. I'm glad I did as even the pasta at lunch was enough to see me through the rest of the day.
*Lord knows from where.