Damn man, what are you waiting for, GO EAT, do it now!
No seriously, something in/around the 30's seems to mean slower metabolisms in most people. All those bad eating habits of previous years can catch up.
I used to be one of those "could eat whatever" types. Now I have consequences to that. It sucks. I hate self-control.
I'd drop the carrots and add in some leeks, plus a bit of stuffing if chicken is the meat in question.Roast dinner
Roast potatoes, Yorkshire puddings, beef/chicken/both, peas and carrots, gravy!
Unfortunately a true part of life.
Same here.I used to be one of those "could eat whatever" types. Now I have consequences to that. It sucks. I hate self-control.
I used to be one of those "could eat whatever" types. Now I have consequences to that. It sucks. I hate self-control.
That's why e always encourages you to eat more rich curries. 
Made me think of that scene in Bruce Almighty, where Jim Carrey squirts ketchup all over his breakfast. "Biggerrrrr....?"
<pats the seat beside me> The 30's isn't so bad, it's the age I learned to stop caring so much about what people think and learned to appreciate the value of what *I* want.Thanks for reminding me...
...but it did come with a bigger ass. Same here, but I married your stereotypical british man and my dinners have gotten a lot more bland. I did turn him onto Fajitas and Chicken Tikka Masala (to start) though. WIN!
They so don't need to be bigger, but yeah, it all goes to the T & A cause.Come on. We all know it just goes to your boobs.
And a bit off-topic, but when my girlfriend gained 3 kg, she said her boobs got bigger. At around the same time, I also started to suffer from really mild carpel tunnel. Coincidence?
Her slowing metabolism is going to be sha-weeeeet.
<pats the seat beside me> The 30's isn't so bad, it's the age I learned to stop caring so much about what people think and learned to appreciate the value of what *I* want.
Same here, but I married your stereotypical british man and my dinners have gotten a lot more bland. I did turn him onto Fajitas and Chicken Tikka Masala (to start) though. WIN!
Same here, but I married your stereotypical british man and my dinners have gotten a lot more bland. I did turn him onto Fajitas and Chicken Tikka Masala (to start) though. WIN!
A bigger sense of not caring.I agree, 30's ok. But in only a few short years and it's 40 for me... I wonder what that'll bring.
A fat head probably...
So you are making some headway in the food area then?
You cannot beat the Mexican food in So Cal.
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I'd kill to have a Baja Fresh open in London. Ultimo Burrito with chicken FTW!
(do you know this stupid "British english" spell-check doesn't even recognize "burrito"? THAT is how clueless Britain is about Mexican food.
It recognises it fine on my Mac. I suspect e has been tinkering with your settings.(do you know this stupid "British english" spell-check doesn't even recognize "burrito"? THAT is how clueless Britain is about Mexican food.
Next time work sends you over that way, let me know. Maybe we can catch a burrito together.
(why is that last sentence so amusing? catch a burrito... aaaaaanywaaaaay...)
A bigger sense of not caring.
And yes, slowly but surely the englishman is becoming more adventurous* with food.
*word used lightly
Since then we've had it several times. I am most pleased. I won't hold my breath on spicy dishes. Leave the Vindaloos to me. NOM!
You mean he tried holding his fork in the other hand?And yes, slowly but surely the englishman is becoming more adventurous* with food.
*word used lightly
You mean he tried using a fork?You mean he tried holding his fork in the other hand?
