I was on my way to the gym this afternoon. The car radio was tuned to Radio 2 and Jeremy Vine was on. “So we want to know what programs us to like sweet food. Apparently we should blame the sugar that was in our mother’s breastmilk” Wait? Say what? Slow clap for the Radio 2 production team.
It appears that I’m a vegetarian. At least I think I am, it’s all very new to me and came rather unexpectedly if I’m honest. I just had my first vegetarian Christmas and am pondering the idea of trying Veganuary. I can’t imagine ever giving up cheese but then until recently I would have scoffed at the idea of giving up meat. What does it all mean to me?
Thailand is a special place for Phil and I, our very first conversations included talking about our experiences there, we got engaged just over the border in Cambodia before heading back to Thailand for a week of beaches and rock climbing and the food… Oh the food!
Before I had children, I had images of me and my little angels sat at the table mixing ingredients, laughing over the flour making clouds, each if them having a spoon of cake mixture to lick clean and lots of fun sprinkling toppings on fairy cakes. I repeat… Before I had children.