Married a week and the new wife and I to a Greek restaurant in Sennelager. Anyway she asked for a large tomato salad. I asked her if she really knew what it was. Of course I have a GCSE in German, was her reply. OK you can have it but you must eat it all. The biggest plate of tomatoes turns up. She hasn't tried a one for 17 years
Reminiscent of the way Mrs S (then my girlfriend) jaw dropped, at a Herman restaurant in Paderborn, when her deep fried Camembert starter arrived. It was the size of a spare wheel, and barely visible under a mountain of schlagsagne.
When I was younger, I'd be running up and down ladders, scuba- diving, sailing Lasers, and pumping iron down at the gym......... afterwards down at the pub for a few beers, then home clutching pudden, peas, chips and grayveh, from the Hip Tung, halfway between the pub and my house, in Stockport.
32" waist, glowing with health........ a rare treat now.