Come mid afternoon I got a little peckish and scoured the fridge for something to put between two slices of bread. I spied my favvo spreadable Piccalilli. How I love piccalilli. Mum, don't I love piccalilli?
And they make it spreadable now... no gory hidden chunks of cauliflower (BAWK) and whole gherkins (double blech). It's all nice lil minced pieces of veg in a mustardy sauce. Its the next best thing to fish finger sangers. Gives you whiffy breath, mind, but the total savoury burst gives your hunger a kick and a bigger kick off from the sweet tooth monster. Oh yeah. Only, now - a few hours later..... I feel ick. I have checked the date of the piccalilli and its still ok to eat. I just think now it was too soon to going back to strong flavours after the dreaded lergy. And now I keep getting those "vom" burps. The kind of which you cannot determine whether you are going to chuck up or suffer perpetual acid burps that emulate halitosis. I know it sounds crude but I also know you also have had the same kind of thing of late. Don't tell me you haven't.
So piccalilli is off the menu this week.Other news.