Then I came home for parsnip soup.
Very nice parsnip soup but ...
But then I'm the woman who gets excited about meals on planes and going to a service station.
We very rarely stop at service stations unless it's an exceptionally long journey; Husband likes to get where we're going. But yesterday he needed to stretch (explained in next post) so we pulled into Strensham (where I am overtaken by the uncontrollable urge to say, 'Strensham, spelled S-t-r-e-n-s-h-a-m, which only old listeners of Radio Luxemburg will understand - possibly).
I was quite overcome. 'Oh we could have a McDonalds! Or fish and chips or prawn mayonnaise sandwiches or toasted ciabatta or reggae reggae chicken melt or ...'
We settled for muffins. Sticky toffee pudding muffin and latte for Husband and raspberry and white chocolate muffin and fresh orange juice for me.
Of course calories don't count when you're travelling.