Turning to meat...

Prune juices, prune yoghurts, prune biscuits, prune jam... London loves prunes. And although at first, I thought it a strange flavour to market (North Americans have learned to shun the prune as something only old fogies eat, and even then, only out of necessity) I have learned to love them, too.

But those prunes, in combination with British yoghurt (whose labels read: "aids in digestive transit"...transit!) started to make me run to the loo every other hour, resulting in, let's just say... discomfort.

So I decided that in order to restore regularity in my digestive "transit" system, I'd start to eat meat again. Being a new vegetarian, Rob was not that hyped about it at first, but bless his heart, he ended up being the ultimate in support: