Maybe it’s all that rich meat I’ve been guzzling on, maybe it’s the slow, terrible and steady tightening of my trousers around my middle. Maybe it’s the recent promotion of my belly to the heady heights (widths?) of a full blown gut. Whatever it is, I’ve been a-hankering after fruit.
This feels a little odd as the gales continue to blow and the chill rain comes cascading down. Usually I don’t get any sort of healthy urge till at least April. So this calls for something different from the usual fresh, healthy feeling fruit. This calls for something sticky and spicy and warming. Continue reading







