I recently received an invitation that made me happy for about 10 seconds until I noticed the words guaranteed to instil dread in my heart: “A buffet lunch will be served.” I felt a sense of outrage, too, because surely, since Covid, buffets have been consigned to the food waste bin of history.
Something weird happens to me when I am confronted with a trestle table groaning with UFOs (unidentified food offerings). Rather than being rational and deciding on a sensible food combination, I abandon all culinary common sense and behave like a contestant on Supermarket Sweep.
