Until recently, I never saw myself as a 'comfort food' eater. But lately, I am becoming aware that it is exactly what I am. It's what I do. I'm buying more packet chips, more chocolate, more icecream. And I couldn't care less. Instead of being worried or conscious of the things I put in the trolley, I throw them in with reckless abandon. I know this period will be short-lived and before too long I'll be back hitting the exercise again and being more discerning with my food choices. So while it lasts, I'm going to enjoy, dammit.
On Saturday night, a dear friend and I went to one of our favourite city restaurants. We have dined here often over the years and it is always so fresh and delicious and completely comfort inducing for us. Set on the edge of gorgeous Cockle Bay, we were even treated to the customary Saturday night fireworks display over the sparkling water. Sipping on moscato and chatting for hours over a meal that good, was a nice way to spend an evening.