I must confess, there are times when I do love a take away. You must understand not every night, I love to cook far more than I enjoy takeaways, but then there's the mess and the defrosting and when it's a Friday, I want nothing more than for someone to bring me a plate of nice dinner before I crash. This is a tradition that we started in exam time, when I feel we were perfectly justified to our Friday takeaway for four weeks, but it did develop into a dangerous habit last term. It's an expensive, unhealthy and non fulfilling habit (lets face it, those chinese's never taste as good as you think they're going to be) that leaves you ridiculously thirsty, a gradual accumulation of unwanted fat and empty pockets. Thus, this evening I beat of that urge and defeat it with a home made treat of my own. It turns out that fresh, friendly fish monger herring, coated in my Nan's batter recipe, with some fresh spring greens and a few home-made chips is far more fulfilling than its bought counterpart. Next week - I think I'll attempt a curry.
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