Food, glorious food. The movie Oliver had a catchy tune about it. Get a load of that table. No wonder they called it a ‘groaning board’. If you ate everything that was there, you’d certainly groan as you stumbled away from the table in search of an antacid. Or a barf bucket. I’m on a theme here. After all, I have to disengage gradually lest I have a relapse. This is not quitting smoking or drugs, so there’s no need to go cold turkey, as it were. See, ‘cold turkey’. Food. Brined in a savoury bath then smoked for six hours before roasting in the barbecue. I don’t feel bad. Turkey – the white meat, anyway – is low in fat and high in…

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