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Cleo Twyford is dodging minor disasters, indulging in
chick chat and wielding random insignificant theories.
(And talking about herself in third person)

 
WANTED: handsome very talkative French chef
Monday, July 11, 2005
This is my quite ingenious eating plan.

BAD current situation:
I am an expert at fridge grazing. I get home from work, stand at the fridge and eat bits and pieces of whatever is in there. The problem is that while I don't really commit to a meal, it is actually a misnoma as I actually eat more than a meal's worth (and a whole tup of hummous, usually).
This is a crisis as it's obviously not good for burgeoning thighs.

MUSINGS on which to base cunning eating plan:
So I've read about French women and their ability to stay thin, but eat whatever they like (There's even a book - French Women Don't Get Fat). This is obviously an attractive concept ;) Anyhoo, apparently the long lunch is the key to French women being able to eat chocolate croissants and fatty meals on a daily basis. They sit down to a lunch that lasts for hours eating and savoring only little bits at a time because they spend most of the time drinking a lot and chatting.

TWYFORD problem:
A Cleo long lunch would just be a fanatical fatty-food lunch demolition site. Haven't the French heard the term 'more-ish'?? It's the evil ingredient that keeps you eating and eating and eating. A bit like MSG really.

NEW fabulous eating concept:
Enter talkative, handsome French chef.
1. He will be so handsome I won't be able to concentrate on demolition of fatty foods.
2. He will be so handsome I will want to eat daintily instead of indulging in a scoff fest.
3. He will keep me talking so demolition less likely (intelligent and funny conversation only of course; delivered with mesmerizing French accent and charm)
4. He will make yummy fatty foods, but nothing that's going to dribble unattractively down my chin.
5. I would not have to make it myself (which would involve eating lots of the ingredients before lunch even began).

It's foolproof. Now I'm off to see if I can add this to my Froogle wishlist ;)
posted by Cleo Twyford @ 10:00 AM    
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