An 'Easy Tea'

I read a short story many years ago that sprang to mind yesterday. I think it might have been one of the stories in the book: 'Men, love, sex'. Good book. Was on a friends bookshelf and provided good late night reading while I babysat. The story I was thinking of yesterday was set on a bus, somewhere in the Northern Territory. One of the characters was a fat lady who was fond of preparing 'easy teas'. Yesterday I thought of that phrase.

An easy tea. A dinner that is fast, fuss free, easy to wash up after - yet will feed the family adequately, and leave all partakers feeling fed, at least in body. We had an easy tea last night, and not for the first time, my partner attested that we should do that more often. Truly, I think in a way akin to the kids when they were younger, the less effort that goes into a meal, the more likely he is to enjoy it.

Last nights easy tea was a chicken salad, made with a still warm BBQ chook from down the street - picked up on our way home. Leaves, dressing, bits and ends. Simple, fast, tasty and satisfying. And lots of scraps for the dog. Yes, he and the fat lady are right.

There's a lot to be said for an easy tea!

 

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