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Do you have supper?

Wookey said:
I do like the old-style meals, so I tend to have supper every night actually. Mmm. Can't be good for you. Hot buttered crumpets, a slice of cheese on toast to spike your dreams (lately with a sprinkle of Worcester sauce), a bowl of cereal with lashings of milk, better even than in the morning?! - some quick noodles and broth, a vodka and tonic, a mug of hot milk with a Flake melted in it, another hot bowl of whatever we had for our tea, a banana, or some humous and warm, lemony pitta, or, when in desperate get-to-bed mode, a hunk of bread from the loaf, spread with butter from the safe knife, which knife then slices you a corner of cheese from the block, stacked into a jaw-cracking, sternum-hurting doughball, washed down with a swig of the first bottle in the door of the fridge to come to hand, which if salad dressing or pasata can be a disappointment.

You are Nigella and I claim my £5!:eek:
 
Urbanblues said:
Does sex count? After all, it can be tasty, filling and highly satisfying.
Unless you're imbibing gallons of bodily fluids, its really not that filling? Is it?

I only have supper if i've eaten at about 4pm these days, but always used to when I was a kid. sommat dead basic but filling enough to keep you asleep and warm til morning
 
not really, mainly 'cos I finish work at nine so don't even get to have me tea until about now
 
Wookey said:
I do like the old-style meals, so I tend to have supper every night actually. Mmm. Can't be good for you. Hot buttered crumpets, a slice of cheese on toast to spike your dreams (lately with a sprinkle of Worcester sauce), a bowl of cereal with lashings of milk, better even than in the morning?! - some quick noodles and broth, a vodka and tonic, a mug of hot milk with a Flake melted in it, another hot bowl of whatever we had for our tea, a banana, or some humous and warm, lemony pitta, or, when in desperate get-to-bed mode, a hunk of bread from the loaf, spread with butter from the safe knife, which knife then slices you a corner of cheese from the block, stacked into a jaw-cracking, sternum-hurting doughball, washed down with a swig of the first bottle in the door of the fridge to come to hand, which if salad dressing or pasata can be a disappointment.

Sheesh, I get the Nigella reference but this sounds just like my husband...

I pile his plate high at dinner time (6.30 ish) with all sorts of home cooked goodies, and he's still eating like three starved horses at 9pm. To be honest I take offence a bit. More so if he goes out into the night to stock up on crumpets, muffins and ginger beer which I didn't buy whilst shopping during the day.

And he's like a streak of piss, too. Life's unfair. :(
 
sometimes i might have a bowl of cereal, but general no

madge has a biscuit with her cup of milk before bed though :cool:
 
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