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What did you last eat? Was it “naughty” food? Was it homemade? Did it contain meat? Or perhaps some sort of meat substitute? Personally, I’ve just been sat at the kitchen table devouring bread dipped in roast chicken fat. You can’t beat it. Never mind your cronuts or fashionable burgers, for artery-clogging goodness I just go straight to the source. But why, pray, am I telling you this? And why am I prying into your culinary affairs? Because, my friends, I have recently come to realise that we really are what we eat. Not in the traditional sense – which is all to do with your diet and health – but in the sense that we create an identity for ourselves through what we do and do not consume.
