I Miss the Days

I miss the days when I neither knew nor cared what my food contained.

100 words about food; elegyI dream of pizza or pasta and a Becks

or a burrito and an ice-cold Corona.

Sushi’s fine as long as I bring my special soy sauce.

I once loved sashimi and nigiris and makis and edamame beans

But it’s all I eat when I eat out and I’m so bored with raw fish.

I crave peanut butter and apricot jam on toasted wholegrain bread as a comfort on bad days

and lemon drizzle cake most days.

I miss the days before I was diagnosed coeliac.