Britamole and podgeree
Jun 10, 2020
3 minutes
LAST July, I decided on a new diet—a British-only diet. This was not to make me leaner, nor for religious or moral reasons. Instead, it was to impel me to examine every mouthful I ate and every word etched onto the packaging from which it came. I needed to know where my food and drink had come from, as every bit of it had to be British. I became a pest in shops and dismissed kind hosts’ food if they had added a knoblet of Irish butter, a sprinkling of peppercorn or any other
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