You’re the One For Me, Fatty
Christ, what a fat bastard. It’s lunch time and I am still full from last night. And it’s all Mrs. Toad’s bloody fault. She’s away for a week being important in God Bless America and, despite being the least domesticated woman in the universe, she always fears that on these occasions I won’t eat well. It’s an amazingly uncharacteristic instinct for her, and hence I find it really rather touching.
She may have a point, too. I eat just fine, but my diet tends to consist entirely of raw carrots and peppers because I can’t be arsed cooking, along with tins of sardines, pots of Middle Eastern yoghurt and jars of rollmops. See – that’s a balanced diet! Sort of.
Anyway, before she goes away for an extended period of time she tends to cook a big pot of one of her rather excellent stews, and I just graze on it through the week. I love this, because she is an extremely good cook, and they tend to be excellent. This week, however, she made a fantastic tortilla with loads of garlic and stuffed full of some wonderfully squishy Spanish black pudding. Fuck me it’s gorgeous. So needless to say, when I got home last night I started munching. And then went back for seconds. And then thirds. And Christ, I’m full – still. Mmm, but it was good though. And there’s still just a little bit left for tonight…
Sparklehorse – Little Fat Baby
Ben Folds – All U Can Eat
