Simple ...

For reasons too numerous to detail (but to do with aquarobics , lane space and horrid music) I choose to swim on a Friday when I would normally eat lunch, and arrive home ravenous at 2pm with only the slightest idea of what I might eat. This was today's solution ...

A large hunk of home-made focaccia with a Middle Eastern touch in the form of chilli flakes, cumin seeds and sumac; a bit of Manchego cheese; a sinful pouring of virgin olive oil from Crete - that can has the added distinction of having been carried in my rucksack down a hillside in Crete from the groves where the olives grew, and I never use it for cooking. Later I had an apple. 

All very rustic, and completely filling. Looking forward to my curry now, however ...