Lots. And often.

This has been my diet regime for the last week or so.

I do not appear to be able to stop grazing on the culinary delights of the season. Not a whole hour has passed that has not had some kind of foodstuff consumed within it.

Favourite little munch this year has been cold roasted beef and parsnips, with just a light smattering of horseradish sauce.
I don't advise you try this seemingly innocent yet strangely intriguing snack, because it is indeed seriously moreish, and has, I imagine, the same level of addiction danger as crack cocaine.

Just say No.

If even one more light and crumbly sesame cracker, with creamy cream cheese and spicy tomato relish atop it passes these lips, I surely deserve to lose the ability to swallow!

Hot sausage roll anyone? Mince pie and cream with that? Or perhaps I can tempt you with my nuts?

Don't see anything you like here? Well go looky-see in the fridge, where I'm sure you'll find something you fancy in amongst the dips, various smoked fish, the cheeses, the puddings, the pastries, cold cuts and vast array of jarred, pickled items that we have.........AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!




I'm eating an After Eight as I write, knowing that one is never enough, and finding myself with my mind on a hunk of pork pie.......