I admit it, I have food issues - I do the low carb thing 90% of the time, and a lot of my waking life is spent obsessing over things I put in my mouth (ooer!). Right now I would kill for the cheese sarnie of my youth - just plain, ordinary cheddar slices (sliced at home!) on cotton-wool white bread (sliced in the factory) with a smearing of real butter. Maybe a smidgen of Branston. Or, alternatively, a fish paste sandwich. I think I've been brainwashed into thinking all I should be eating is hand-crafted ciabatta with a sprinkling of organic goats' vomit decorated with olives and drizzled with either prune juice or truffle-scented oil.
Fuck know what point I'm trying to make, I just want a cheese sarnie, but can't deal with the guilt.