Most Tuesdays I head over to my friend Judy's house to teach her sewing and tailouring, and help her make a costume she's working on. As part of the regular deal she cooks dinner, we catch up and gossip, and then she drives me home. Judy's a good cook and is aware of a couple of small restrictions I have, being a vegetarian and being lactose intolerant. Plus, at the moment anyway, the whole "dieting" thing.
So last night she made the most incredibly delicious baked Macaroni & Cheese, with sides of roasted roma tomatoes and caramelised onions. Then we had raspberries with yoghurt for desert. The Mac & Cheese had white sauce, cream, great big huge chunks of scrummy cheddar cheese... mmmm, full fat dairy.
I'm dying here. Overnight I a) had the biggest 'lactose attack' (I'll spare you the gory details) and b) put back on about 4 kg I think. My goodness though, it was all worth it. It tasted incredible.
I had thirds.