If I was confronted with more food than my body mass, I'm sure that not only would I be jumping for joy, but also be wondering where I should start. It's similar to when I visit the supermarket and stand in front of the deli counter, they often ask what would you like, to which I reply, "Just leave me locked in here over night and I will finish it all off".
It was down to zero degrees last night but when I visited my Sisters garden earlier in the day, all the trees looked bare but the bird feeders were full. She would have been pleased to see the goldfinches having a good feed.
Well with all this talking about food I better look in the fridge and see what I can put in my trough, then I can make a pig of myself. View with a dark background.
I have the same issues with deli counters. Why does it all have to look so darn tasty? We have jacket spuds and sausage stew. Hope you find something in the fridge.
