I had a real meal tonight.
Keep your lobster, keep your fancy-panted Paté de Fois Gras, keep your garlic bread and your posh game soups.
I had a real meal.
Steak pie and beans. The beans, perfect in their fluidity and savour; their hinting tomato and slightly saline flavour, mingling perfectly with the crisp goodness of the gently flaking pastry; merging deep with the thick, dark, almost black gravy, and the chunks of meat that have been kept salted before having been bathed once more in their own fat and bubbled with stock and thickened with cornflour. All the flavours come together in a celebration of delicious goodness, filled to the brim with taste, flavour, and rich happiness.
As you can tell, I love my food. And yet I have this awesome metabolism; whatever I eat, I stay the same shape and weight. A steady 7 stone.
