Alone in the kitchen with a courgette

Today is my third wedding aniversary. Leather. Which sounds a bit dodgy, but never mind. So, am I chilling the champagne? Getting ready for the ritual sacrifice of fat losbters? Lighting the romantic candle? No way. The fact is, my lawful wedded has chosen today of all days to go off on one of his little field trips to see if he can singlehandedly save the planet. I´m telling you, if Spain is a desert in fifty years, it certainly won´t be J´s fault. Mine, maybe, because when he does things like this, I feel like I´ll be dammed if I ever sepparate the trash again. Or worse.

Anyway. Today´s dinner falls into the "alone in the kitchen with an eggplant" category. And since Monday isn´t market day, and I am very dutiful when it comes to dealing with leftovers, I will be having some stirfried courgette, with maybe a little fried rice, and the possibility of an egg. That´s all there is, and it´s not a bad dinner, all told.
I´m not one for weird mixes when I´m alone, and I quite like cooking for myself, but that´s usually for lunch. If I´m alone for dinner, I usually have some crackers, the dry kind, with maybe a little cream cheese, and a couple of carrots. But I did that yesterday, so now it´s down to the courgette and the egg, until I roll out the little red shopping trolley tomorrow.