And then the guilt seeped in.
Tuesday, 1 November 2016
Some of my favourite childhood memories are rooted in my tastebuds. Going out to the arcades in the evening with my grandparents and coming home to a plate of cheese and crackers. Family holidays bundled in the back of my dad's car playing 'who can eat a sugared doughnut without licking their lips'. Walking to my mum's allotment and eating all the strawberries I was supposed to be picking as the sun set in the background. Settling down with my brother and sister on the sofa on a Friday night after we each picked the packet of crisps we got to eat while we watched Friends. Food was comfort. Food was fun. Food was pleasure.