In defence of sensible eating
I went out for a cracking Indian meal the other night. Chicken Madras, pilau rice, naan bread, onion bhajis, spicy Bombay potato, poppadums - and let's not forget two coffees and a delicious after-dinner mint. Waddling home I must have looked like a monster from a low-budget science-fiction film. And a fat one at that.
Martin Saunders
Still, the food was delicious and, since my father had kindly offered to foot the bill, there were copious amounts of it. Yes, it was expensive; yes, it was so excessive that we could have filled a large bucket with the leftovers; but then again, what other meal pleasures those around you with the fragrance of cultured cuisine for the whole of the following day?
