Pie Eyed

I have been known to stop by petrol stations on the way home from work to satisfy my craving for food, even when I know my dinner will be on the table waiting for me. And I have ruined plenty of meals out. When friends book the table for 8.30pm I start to worry. I just know I won't be able to last the distance without my stomach actually eating itself. I therefore prepare myself a type of 'pre dinner dinner' thus spoiling my actual dinner dinner. When my husband spots me at it, he merely shakes his head in pity. "What!?," I demand indignantly. "Can't I eat if I'm hungry? Are you trying to suggest I'm fat?"

So when it comes to 6pm, and I'm still on the train home from work, it's fair to say I could eat a scabby horse. I stare from the window, dreaming of the delicious meal my husband has ready and waiting for me when I get home. Could it be one of my all-time favourites like seafood linguini? Or could it be gloriously fresh cod wrapped in Parma ham, dappled with sun blushed tomatoes? No hang on...he could be waiting with something a touch more exotic. A Moroccan lamb tagine with couscous perhaps? But sadly, No. It's not any of the above. Sadly, it's my least favourite food of all time. Sadly, it's pie...

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