Steamed at seven and packed hot, so they are still soft rather than rubbery at half twelve.
The waffle is the bribe. On days it goes in, everything else comes home empty.
Compote out of a freezer bag of blueberries, cooked down on Sunday. It keeps all week and rescues a plain pancake.
Pizza bases come from Sunday’s batch in the freezer. Ten minutes in the oven while the kettle boils.
Halloumi goes in cold. Warm it and the bread is damp before the bus has left the compound.
Friday gets the works. Keema cooked down the night before so it packs cold and the wraps roll tight.
The pasta was last night’s, the sandwich made this morning. Two boxes go out on the days I can’t decide.
Zest goes in off the heat, right at the end, so it still smells of lemon by lunchtime.
First box of the school year. The paneer gets buttered right out to the crust so the bread is still soft at eleven.