Oreo M G

Scott and I have a tradition whereby we like to welcome the new year by watching Jurassic Park. There’s nothing like watching people being chewed to death by dinosaurs to really make you take a long hard look at yourself and count your blessings. Alongside this tradition stands another: gorging ourselves like the festive period … Continue reading

I can’t believe it’s not butter

“Jeeeeen,” my friend Scott says ominously, squinting disbelievingly at an empty trifle packet. “Do you want to know how many grams of saturated fat there are in a quarter of this?” “Nah,” I say, trying to disguise my sense of rising panic. I’d just eaten half. Turns out if we’d stuck to a modest quarter, … Continue reading