Excellent news! My new diabetic dinner is fantastic! I just can’t get enough of the stuff, which is just as well because if I didn't like it, I'd die.I confess that when they told me I was going on a medically approved diet, I imagined some bland, tasteless pap; you know, like the never-quite-specified gruel-type things they feed to invalids in Victorian novels. So imagine my delight when I saw the rich, dense, moist meat in my bowl! I wondered if they'd made a mistake and given me rilletes de porc instead.
To be more accurate, the meat is more like the wild boar pate Martin bought the last time the French market was in Glasgow. However, my diet can keep me alive indefinitely - or at least until the next bit of my ancient anatomy gives up the ghost - and I don't think you could say the same for wild boar. And my food is only about a pound for a tin, rather than £4 for a chi-chi little jar. Be honest, which would you choose?
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