There’s a mission, if you choose to accept it.

Go to Paris on your honeymoon- and put on some weight.

This is not a difficult task. In fact, it’s so easy, I’ve had to find some way of making it more interesting. Would you care to place a little wager?

In the two months prior to the wedding, with all of the other associated elements of life that have fallen our way, I got a little bit littler. On the day of our wedding, I’d was sitting at about 49.7 kilos.

Not all of that was intentional. The week before the wedding in an attempt to clean out the fridge I …

There’s no pressure ok?

You just have to select a menu – that like the flowers, the music, your dress, the readings, brief for the photographer and your partner’s tie, sums up in a physical form, exactly what your relationship is all about.

It has to be in budget. It has to satisfy a multitude of tastes. And if you are all about food in your life, then you’d also like it to be pretty special.

Because whatever you choose is then going to be photographed, discussed and redisgested until you’ve got indigestion from the overwork.

I was pretty sane about many of the details for our wedding- ( I think..) but I …

Needless to say,some time has passed between November 9 with the black jellybean bonanza and now, the 12 of March, 2008.

Life has a funny way of intervening, when you least expect. In the last four months the Hungry One and I have had a few things that squeezed themselves from the universal buffet onto our collective plate.

When you get the wind knocked out of you, you return to what you know. In the week that we scattered my mother-in-law’s ashes, we returned to Wasavie three times.

The Italians have a term for comfort eating- it translates to eating white; welcome to risotto bianca, mashed potato, gnocchi with cheese.

For us, the …