"King prawn chow mein, Lemon chicken and Szechuan Beef, Ahhhh.... two large egg fried rice, that should be enough for the three of us. Oh the starter selection too. That's everything, thanks."<br/><br/>The takeaway was pretty empty - since the covid thing a couple of years back everyone was ordering on-line and the delivery drivers had their own door at the back. I sat and waited, picked up a magazine about food, flicked through it. I found an article about how European food was supposedly healthier than American food, which is why Europeans are less obese and live longer. This kept me occupied for a while - apparently it's due to the garlic and olive oil?<br/><br/>There was nothing else in the magazine that was even remotely interestng - a few recipes that looked like something I'd eat, but not something anyone with a full time job that wasn't cooking would ever have the time to actually make. I pulled my phone out in the end and opened a silly cube-matching game.<br/><br/>Finally about five minutes after it was supposed to be ready, I was handed a large carrier bag, and headed back to the car.<br/><br/>I opened the front door and stepped in. "Hi babe, I'm home!" I headed for the kitchen, to dish out the food.