That’s what my dinner consisted of last night. And not for the first time, I might add (although admittedly, not together). I was warned before becoming a youth worker that it would disrupt the way I ate, but I thought that they were just referring to the cake.
No, as it turns out, these days I’m cooking dinner a whole lot less than ever before – although I did cook a rather good paella on Friday night, courtesy of Giles Coren, which I’ll post a write-up of some time soon.
I say all of this by way of an apology, and to say that normal service will return soon.
Jesus once told his disciples, “my food is to do the will of the one who sent me.”
It’s a good job that, really, because a diet of Doritos and Bran Flakes just isn’t good for the soul.