It's medicinal

Last Thursday night I had my first unconfined dining experience of the pandemic: dinner in a friend's garden. Delicious, convivial, and strange. And then on Friday I had my second vaccination. It's all go.

Since then, I've been feeling decidedly manky. Not ill, exactly, but rather like I've got a cold. Maybe I *have* got a cold. Or maybe it's side effects. No symptoms qualify for a PCR, and the LFT comes up negative so...

Anyway, I've been self-medicating with chocolate cake (yes, the marmite one), Seville orange ice cream, and instant noodles.

The chap has gone to his office in college today for the first time since January. He's trying out a click-and-collect at the uni library, too. The excitement! So I'm eating the most convenient of convenience foods: kimchi/shrimp flavoured instant noodles bought on a whim and entirely at random when I bulk ordered rice noodles for the ongoing Singapore noodle craze. 

Spring onion and screwdriver model's own.

I wish I'd got more. They were delicious, and fancier than the noodles + one sachet sort I used to get from the Post Office on dismal solo dining evenings in the Before.  

Let us not speak of the un-recyclable packaging.

The separate sachet of oil made it extremely scrummy (if a bit messy in the prep). I didn't use all of the sachet of very-potent-looking chilli powder, and added a spring onion for 'veg'.

Does this count as cooking? Who cares.