Comfort food

You could just as well call this 'scraping the barrel' - today was spent indoors doing useful but unphotogenic things like phoning HMRC and then the rain came. But after an evening at choir practice, singing in Russian for the first time (and oh, those long phrases and demands on the breathing!), I was so hungry that all I could think of was a doorstep of homemade bread with honey and jam (I couldn't choose between them, so ...)

On choir days, we eat our main meal in mid-afternoon. This is my treat, my reward for working hard.