Nothing to do, and Momma's working aaaall the time. Come lunchtime, we decided to grab a quick bite, standing. Suggestion: Rye bread with fig spread. Sure. And remoulade ...?! Yddrr, we both said. —should we try? Reaction: Ummnn ... good. (!) Down went 3 fig-spread-remoulade. (I must admit I stuck to my potato-mayo-bites) and we took out the fancy glasses to drink pommegranate juice from, pretending it was a very fine red wine. Did you know?! This kindda wine is absolutely best enjoyed with a snip of parsley. Yep!