We have fallen into this horrible routine of stringent dieting during the week followed by a weekend spent cooking and stuffing our fucking faces.
And with the last lingering gasps of winter there has been a bit of an alpine theme to our fucking-face-stuffing.
Example: I cooked the most amazing tartiflette a few weekends ago but it is so bad for you I think I shall be arrested if I post the recipe.
This one is… well… I don’t want to say “better” but you certainly won’t find yourself weeping with that particular mixture of joy and self-loathing that tends …
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