The night before last I was eating lambs liver on a bed of rice. Last night it was roast brisket of beef. The other day, in a restaurant, I had a steak sandwich with a mustard crust. It was the must delicious thing ever.
I made the change for reasons of health. I don't have much energy at the best of times. Never did. But subsisting on a diet of bread and potatoes wasn't helping.
I believe I'm putting on weight. I'm certainly changing my- ahem- contours.
I try to keep things ethical. When I buy meat I want the assurance that the animal had a good quality of life. But I realise the labels I rely on may be bending the truth.
For the first time in ages I'm actually enjoying my meals. I'm enjoying cooking them too.