I’m writing this about friends of ours – friends whose company I enjoy a lot. But I’m never going to have dinner with either of them again. That’s because they’ve given up eating. As in solids. As in chewing. And you thought I was lazy. And they’re not doing this indefinitely. No, they’re doing this …
‘I know what you need,’ Suki says when I tell her I feel really crappy. Steak. I am thinking I need steak. When I woke up this morning that was the first thing that popped into my head. I WANT STEAK. In the same way that most people wake up and go ‘oooh I fancy …
Fois, fois, fois… hmmmm I know that. I know that one… No. It’s gone. Agneau… I know this one. ‘That’s lamb…’ I say with the confidence of someone who got an A* for GCSE French back in 1994. ‘Ok,great, great,’ the American says, peeling his menu out of my hands, ‘I’ll go with the lamb.’ …
‘When I look at a cow I just want to eat it.’ ‘When I look at a cow I see a cow,’ John says looking at me weirdly. ‘But when I look at a vegetable patch I just see dirt. I think this means I am a carnivore. Nature made me this way. I can’t …
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