Today's lunch has a central European theme. It's supposed to be Hungarian Goulash. I've always imagined this to be a hearty dish of meat suitable for someone who has been working hard in the fields all day. As I'm not working in a field, the hospital has thoughtfully modified the recipe for me. Can you count the lumps of gristle meat?
I decided not to partake in the uprising since in this case it was an uprising of bile in my throat. Fortunately my lovely wife arrived for her weekly visit and brought smoked salmon, cream cheese and freshly baked bagels with black pepper and lemon. Miraculously my appetite returned. Who'd have thought it?
Which would you prefer?