Anticlimax?

All day I have been trying to decide if I feel good about having a quiet day at home, or if I feel a bit down after yesterday's all-action day. 

Of course, it does not matter. Not even slightly. 

I used the day to get stuff done. Domestic stuff. Boring stuff. 

My lunch was not boring. I made the best hummus ever - well, since the last time at least. When it came to deciding what to eat with it (or vice versa) I suddenly remembered some parathas languishing at the back of the freezer. 

I rescued two, and ate them. Cooked them first, obviously. Absolutely perfect. I love improvisation (when it works).