Since Lilac came along, Neil and I have found ourselves falling into a cliche, (one we can handle). "What shall we do for dinner"? is now a question to furrow brows. It's not that we're unable to cook, we are equally sharing all responsibilities, so we have the time, it's just that we're also in the middle of moving apartment, which means the cooking gear is gradually being packed away and we are left with the bare minimum. Elizabeth David, the esteemed British cookery writer, always stated that an omelette and a glass of wine was all you really needed to sustain yourself, not just satisfactorily, but luxuriously too. This is because a really good omelette is a thing of beauty and skill, chefs testing new employees by their omelette making prowess alone.
