I am 42 percent fat. Can't tell you how happy I am about that.
So I celebrated with a curry. Not sure I've got the idea of this diet thing just yet.
I jest, of course. The curry was another Katsu - now being saved for special occasions - and all the ingredients (apart from rice and potato) are within the remit of my diet plan, so I've almost stuck to the rules.
Because I can't see a way of cutting down the cooking time working from scratch, I've made up a litre of curry sauce to freeze down and use next time, so now I just need to boil up some potato and carrot and make some fried chicken up. The fridge looks even more impressive now, as I have little tubs of home made vinaigrette and curry sauce all over the place.
Vinaigrette? Yeah. Olive oil, white wine vinegar, juice of half a lime, clove of garlic, chunk of ginger. Tangy, fresh and sweet. Simple and effective. Beats most of the ones I've bought from the shops, I can tell you.
Anyway, Charlie's bogged off to the pool to swim off her curry and I'm settling in for a dose of Holby and "24".
Sigh...and relax...
