Always thinking of the next meal...
It was inevitable. Of course the first recipe posted this year will be a healthy one. After scoffing down copious amounts of fatty foods and guzzling booze by the bucket even the most health-conscious individual must be feeling slightly guilty after all the debauchery. If I received a penny from every person who’s going on a diet in the New Year, I’d be a millionaire.
My love affair with the Kabocha Squash hasn’t ended. Our love is as strong as ever and I’m sure it will last a loooong time. Every week when Neil is out of sight at the supermarket I dawdle through the fresh produce section, I hear a “Psssst”. When I turn my head, there he is, sitting in all his glory with his dark and light green striped skin with a rough yellow patch or two; as sexy as ever. Without hesitation I will pick him up, caress him and tell him I missed him. When our tender moment has passed I make a dash for our trolley wherever it may be and hide him quickly before Neil sees him. Satisfied and excited I would quietly plan in my head what sordid yet creative business I’d like to do to him when Neil has left for work. Oh, if Neil only knew!