At times I wonder, “how nice it would be to be served with a plate of some nice snack in the evening and eat away, enjoy and not a bead of sweat on the forehead for no labour has been put in by me”. Sometimes the thought of making some evening snack drives me crazy.
And it was so on this day. Sitting quietly, with legs put up on the stool and enjoying a TV programme, when, a glance at the clock made me get up. It was a sort of a hurried stand-up as time tried to say, “Get up lazy bug, enter the kitchen and make some tasty snack. I think your hungry stomach also want something to fill the gap in the stomach.”
I had to make headway…what to cook…a peek into the fridge…eggs beckoned me…and potatoes in the basket also wanted to come to my aid.