tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post6432725531866711909..comments2024-02-24T03:14:25.170-05:00Comments on A Half Baked Life: NaBloPoMo: Breaking With Tradition, and Lentil Soup with Browned ButterJustine Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190295175501659469noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5544913458028415917.post-80091686306210321522013-06-13T14:56:01.611-04:002013-06-13T14:56:01.611-04:00This is bringing up all sorts of memories. We had ...This is bringing up all sorts of memories. We had lunch at 1 and dinner at 6.30 every day. Lunch was usually a sort of salad-y help-yourself affair, but dinner always, always had a carb, a vegetable, and meat or fish. The table was set beforehand with knives, forks, side plates (hardly ever used unless you needed to peel your boiled potato), dessert spoons, salt'n'pepper; the works. <br /><br />Now I try to make dinner at 6, but lunch is whenever we're hungry and whatever's in the fridge. Setting the table involves putting out two forks and a bottle of beer (we share it), and on rare ocassions knives as well. Dessert is rare. But I am still hidebound by the notion that I must provide a "proper dinner" for my husband, and as a result, and becuase he's a marathon runner and I am not, I eat way too many carbs. Maudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16597977344296682203noreply@blogger.com