“Supper”, a term my father disdained as lower-class, is from the French ‘super’ which of course means to eat soup. In the evening. What a sensible course of action! Then there is the charming custom of “Faire chabrol.” When you get down to the bottom of your soup bowl, you pour your glass of wine into it and swirl it around to get all the remaining bits into suspension, then drink it. Very tasty [another word my father disliked] when done with the correct pairing of wine and soup. In PEI, CA, where we spend our summers, the noon meal is dinner and the evening meal is called supper although it is not soup.
Thank you all for your insights about breakfast and husbands. Our compromise last Friday was for me to eat the fruit and the back bacon but not the cinnamon swirl brioche toast. I should do that more often!
Do not plan to lose any weight today, as we are having friends over for Cake and Champers. I told my ODH that I wanted some friends over for my birthday [#69!] and he ran with it. The bespoke cake just arrived, somehow I’m not supposed to know about that, and ODH has everything else under control. He said, “I suppose this takes care of dinner too?” Yes, cake and sparkling wine sounds sufficient for Sunday dinner or supper.
We’ll be looking forward to tomorrow’s Fasting!
Does MM have a regular program on the telly? Didn’t know that. Not seen over here.
3:26 pm
14 Jan 18