I’m really missing normal food. Or more to the point I am yearning to flirt with my palate like I used to before I got my tonsils chopped out. I have spent much of the day in bed surfing the internet looking at recipes of delicious food that would make me really happy. Over the last three days, I have also watched every available episode of Masterchef the Professionals on BBC iPlayer (eight so far). This clearly makes me a Sucker For Punishment.
It still feels as if I have shards of glass punctuating the route down my throat. Saliva is bad but food is much worse still. I wonder what Monica Galetti would be eating if she had her tonsils out. Probably not six Jaffa cakes (the orange part stung like hell but it was worth it for the momentary fling with chocolate).