Oh dear. I have discovered a minus to moving out of the nest and surprisingly, it is not having my laundry done because I already do that myself.
It is realising that a Sunday evening in my own abode/houseshare will not include a huge piece of brisket that has been slowly cooked in the oven on a very low setting for the day. Cooked so slowly that cutting in to it is like slicing through soft butter. Melt in the mouth stuff. Complete with fresh veg and homemade gravy.
My mum is a great believer in cooking everything she possibly can from scratch. This brisket was from a local farm shop and my goodness, I'm not a foodie but even I was taken with it.
It does help that my mum is a fantastic cook which is how I've never managed to lose the pounds I've put on since moving back home.
Mind you, I'm the sort of person who to enjoy food, has to be in good company. When I'm on my own I pick at food and don't eat much at all.
So when I do move out it looks like I shall be coming home of a Sunday evening for at least one decent meal because I will no doubt go back to my student habit of having porridge/cheese on toast/baked beans on toast/tuna mayonnaise sandwiches for tea with toast and yogurt during the day.
This is why when I was a student, I was skinny as a rake and why now, I have some weight on me. It is my mother's fault entirely. She has this insane need to feed people and to dish them up massive platefuls of food. She still overloads my plate now, even though she knows I don't have a majorly big appetite.
I guess nothing beats good home cooking though :o)
It is realising that a Sunday evening in my own abode/houseshare will not include a huge piece of brisket that has been slowly cooked in the oven on a very low setting for the day. Cooked so slowly that cutting in to it is like slicing through soft butter. Melt in the mouth stuff. Complete with fresh veg and homemade gravy.
My mum is a great believer in cooking everything she possibly can from scratch. This brisket was from a local farm shop and my goodness, I'm not a foodie but even I was taken with it.
It does help that my mum is a fantastic cook which is how I've never managed to lose the pounds I've put on since moving back home.
Mind you, I'm the sort of person who to enjoy food, has to be in good company. When I'm on my own I pick at food and don't eat much at all.
So when I do move out it looks like I shall be coming home of a Sunday evening for at least one decent meal because I will no doubt go back to my student habit of having porridge/cheese on toast/baked beans on toast/tuna mayonnaise sandwiches for tea with toast and yogurt during the day.
This is why when I was a student, I was skinny as a rake and why now, I have some weight on me. It is my mother's fault entirely. She has this insane need to feed people and to dish them up massive platefuls of food. She still overloads my plate now, even though she knows I don't have a majorly big appetite.
I guess nothing beats good home cooking though :o)