hmmmm....yum yum yum, but what?

What shall i have for dinner? The one, big, very important, question that faces me currently. 'Tis not the only one by any means, but on another day, in another post, you will find alternative subjects. Sorry, I am not contaminated this time by sufficient quantities of caffeine (although earlier, I've visited my regular haunt, and dosed up). I needed to relax after a manic shopping trip in the supermarket opposite. A trip that involved lots and lots of people, in queues, blocking my path, and my wandering eyes being regularly taken off course, by stunning aesthetics combined with various eye-catching designs of apparel. Fortunately I spend much less than I had feared, easily within a weekly shopping budget. All is good. I think. I sensed this during an earlier post. 'This' being my sense of pure enjoyment, typing a post. I restrain, typing once a week. Sometimes maybe more, maybe less. Anyway, basically, I am quite free to talk absolute rubbish ('which you do', i hear you cry). But it's good because I don't know who, where, when, or why this is being read, indeed if at all. Because of the complete lack of pressure I feel, compared with using various other Social-interaction websites, and my lack of inclusion of any names (even though people/things may be guessed), means there is no pressure plied on you, and therefore myself. Brilliant!
Now, dinner, I'm going off to see what is available to create. EEEEK!