I've had enough! Packaged mackerel and leek tortilla, again! Every time I wrestled one of those packets opened, I envisaged Rocket, my cat, getting his jellymeat pouch. No wonder he only sniffs it and walks away without eating a bite. That's exactly what I felt like doing now - but no walking away here. Tearing the top off another sachet, I squeezed the gunk out of the contained silver envelope. Whoever thought this was food, let alone appetizing - needed some serious cooking education. My mind drifts back to the list of cookbooks on my shelf at home. Chelsea Winter, Annabelle Langbein, Jamie Oliver - Oh, God, what I'd do for a good hot meal - bugger, concentrate Helen! I reach out and grab the tortilla that is acrobating it's way in slow motion like a distracted clay bird towards the ceiling. I'm so over having to chase my food like some predatory animal. I had a vision of caged chickens, contained in their pen - and being fed their 'portions'. Oh my god! The realization - That’s me! I'm caged with my portions.
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Helen
