So in recent weeks I have been looking through the pictures of the food album on one of my phones, and for some reason which I don't understand, find myself continually going back to this one particular picture.
What surprises me is that this isn't one of those very aesthetic pictures, as in, it isn't one of those pictures where the food's exceptionally special or the colors exceedingly bright.
It is really quite an ordinary picture.
Yet there's something.
I don't know if it is the light- the memory of the sunny light-filled dining area where on the table this picture was taken.
Or if it is the table mat that we bought from Daiso to make the table look more put together.
It might well be the microwaveable bowl which during that season I began to discover I really liked to use.
It might well also be the year that this picture was taken.
I have lots of pictures from that season that year where my food was all in plastic boxes and plastic bowls. It didn't matter if it were a plate of noodles that got tapaoed back or Grabbed back and got served in a rectangular plastic box. It didn't matter if it were a plastic box of sandwiches that I made using juicy lettuce and slices of cheese, or even a box of colorful cherry tomatoes mixed with green and red grapes.
That was the season of the plastic bowl and the plastic box, and which for some reason that I cannot put into wards, I fondly remember.
Perhaps what does speak to me is what this bowl is all about- a bowl of fresh blueberries and fresh bananas that I sliced up and put together for a quick fruity snack and which I have not had for a long, long time.
Not only has it been that I have not bought bananas- because there's no one to share the bunch of bananas with me and I can't have one banana per day- I haven't been buying fresh blueberries these days either.
Our blueberries these days are all frozen.
Which, technically, I can eat, as much as I like, if I bought bananas.
But I haven't.
Perhaps another reason is that I don't want to think of Mr Radioman buying this fruit for me during the times when he was still around.
I also don't want to think of myself eating out of microwaveable containers, which, after the season of 2020 summer, I find myself very wont to do.
Much more than i do plates.
Much more than I do proper crockery and proper cutlery.
I'm not a huge fan of pretty plates or pretty forks and knives and spoons anymore.
On the contrary I like them disposable, quick, and fast.
Not the best, of course, especially when it comes to wooden chopsticks, but that's somewhat fun for me.