Desperate times.

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Call for desperate measures. Darlings one has been existing on crap eaten on motorways for over a week . It looks like it too. Getting home late and armed with takeaway is all one can muster.

What is a girl to do when a friend/neighbour swings by for a glass of plonk? Panic?
Of course there is always plonk but not a twiglet to be had. Soaking up booze is necessary if one doesn’t wish to feel woozy after the second glass.

One doesn’t stick fast.

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Avocado toast.

Yes of course if one was doing a vegetarian appetiser then one could tart it up considerably. French bread? Rocket or herb garnish? Sliced radishes. This was not for a dinner/cocktail party. This was an emergency.

Yes I know it’s not exactly Cordon bleu.
Seeded bread ( to be toasted)and an avocado was all there was, that and cat food. Now there’s a thought.

Anything can pass muster if served on a silver tray.

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Squidge, season, and squirt on some lime.

That or go hungry.

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