To feast or not to feast... That is the question...
Christmas. Mmm. Nothing better than dinner. Roast turkey, mashed tatties, roast tatties, sausages in bacon, vegetables and gravy. Jugs, and jugs, of gravy. And that's just the main course... never mind the starter, dessert, or the pile of munchies we manage to cram in only a few hours later.
It's no wonder my knickers are huge!
Food is my downfall. Always has been. My Granny's tattie soup, my Mum's yorkshire puddings, and my own chicken stirfry.
I suppose it doesn't help that I like cooking and baking... You should try my double chocolate, ooey-gooey brownies. See, there I go again. me talking about food and Dawn trying not to drool!
I like to get my money's worth, that's all. If I go to a buffet, I will force food down me just st make sure I ate enough. I'm paying for it now though. But I don't really care. If I'm hungry, I eat. Simple. Maybe just not as much next time. I promise.
I'm sure Dawn will help me...
Rachel.
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