As you might be able to tell, I over-purchased when it came to broccoli and cheese. [BUT I DON’T CARE] – I love broccoli and cheese. I’d have it for breakfast if it were socially acceptable. E=mc2 may have been Einstein’s mind-blowing equation but I have my own; cheese+heat=loveandlifelongsatisfaction. It may not unravel the meaning of life but it certainly makes mine better.
I never used to be a fan of salad. More often than not, they’re about as exciting as daytime TV; which usually leads to you letting your cheat day slip. You’ll go from cheat day to cheat week before you can shout “take-out pizza”. Let’s be honest, none of us want that to happen. Don’t just plunk a bowl of leaves in front of you hoping you’ll feel satisfied after, that’s almost the equivalent of ordering an exotic cocktail made entirely of water. It’s just not going to hit the spot the way you like it.
I’ve always been obsessed with asian food. There’s something particularly rewarding about being served a dish which looks like it has had a little bit of heart poured into it, you just don’t develop the same feelings from cheese, chips and gravy. Back in November, I ventured over to Vietnam with some pals and had some of the best food I’ve ever tried; these being strong contenders.