I couldn’t sleep, so I just had some strawberry cream cheese slapped in all generosity onto Japanese rice crackers. I had four of those. Just when I was reaching out for the 5th one, I empowered enough conscience to make myself stop. And stop I did, before I wake up tomorrow morning with a huge imaginary banner over my head which spells R.E.G.R.E.T.
How did Nigella Lawson do it? How can anyone constantly raid the kitchen on many nights, guilt -free like she did?