Portion Control
Ordered chips and curry sauce. The wife ordered small fish and chips. Her fish turned up without any chips, so we shared mine. Still want a refund, though.
Category
Food & Meals
Specific meals, moments, and the small decisions about what gets left on the plate.
The Wife's Sunday Dinner Strikes Again
Roast pork, crackling, a mountain of roast potatoes. I'd give up more than food for this one. Rosie and Dexter would like it noted that I forgot their crackling.
Paying for the Tandoori Mixed Grill
Saturday's takeaway was a protein-only Tandoori mixed grill. Half a chicken, a kofte kebab, tandoori lamb, more chicken, two onion bhajis. I ate almost all of it, and my stomach has opinions about that this morning.
A Bin for the Rest
The wife was out, so it was a chippy tea. A small fish and chips turned out to be plenty, and I actually left some chips. That's not like me.
A Teaspoon That Actually Works
I bought a kilo of peanut butter with nowhere to put it. Turns out a single teaspoon of the stuff does something no biscuit has managed: it actually makes the wanting stop, not just the eating.
A Sandwich, Not a Referendum
I haven't had a bacon, sausage and black pudding sandwich on farmhouse bread in so long it actually hurts to think about it. I'm not hungry. I just want it. So I'm going to have it, and I'm not going to make it mean anything.
I Could Smell Dinner From the Driveway
I commute on Mondays, so I wasn't home all day. Didn't matter — I knew my wife had made stew before I'd even reached the front door. Turns out that's the one day of the week I'm glad to have missed it.
Is 85% Actually Better?
Two bars of 85% cocoa are sitting in the fridge, and I've started to wonder whether I'm just looking for permission. So I checked what the actual evidence says, and it's less flattering to my argument than I'd hoped.
I Bought a Kilo of Peanut Butter
I thought I'd learned my lesson about buying food in bulk after the 5 kg bag of sugar. Turns out I'd learned the wrong one.
Denied Ambrosia
Shepherd's pie from the freezer, plenty of vegetables, and then I stopped. The old ritual was a pie-and-gravy sandwich on buttered bread, then more bread to mop up the gravy. Tonight I didn't follow it, and my brain has filed a complaint.
Another Tropical Dinner
Lasagne, salad, garlic bread and two leftover onion bhajis from a Friday night takeaway. Mounjaro had made me forget to eat lunch, so the bhajis had one remaining window, and it was Saturday dinner.
I Thought Cornflakes Were the Diet Option
Two slices of buttered toast versus a bowl of cornflakes and half a pint of milk. I assumed the cereal was the lighter choice. Then I actually weighed the bowl.
The £10 Burger
A posh burger van, a venison burger I didn't finish, and the difference between stopping because I'm full and stopping because I just don't like it enough.
A Monday Dinner
Not finishing the beans - a trivial-sounding moment that was actually the old instinct losing an argument.
My Dogs Eat Better Than I Do
Two previous Rotties, both called Roxy - neither would touch raw food, but one treated even cooked food like a suspect and the other would eat anything - and what that taught me about eating because it's there.
The BBQ Lunch
Stopping halfway through a halloumi wrap and fries, and losing interest in finishing it just because I paid for it.
The £50 Rack-of-Lamb Experiment
A restaurant meal where being full finally won the argument against finishing the plate.
Two Roast Potatoes
A ridiculous but genuine example of wanting food and choosing not to eat it anyway.