Sometimes I have a banana.  I don't really get hunger pangs as such - I tend to graze during the day and unfortunately I'm buying stuff in for the kids that I wouldn't normally bother with for myself.  I have absolutely no willpower so I have only myself to blame for the extra weight.  

Anty, regarding our cousins across the pond and boiled eggs.............when we lived there I went all over Cincinatti trying to buy egg cups!  They just don't have them.  Not only did they not have them, they couldn't understand what I would do with one.  I asked one shop assistant how she would eat a boiled egg and she said in a very Southern drawl "Ah'd cut it up and put it on a plate honey!). I did eventually manage to locate a couple of egg cups in a very expensive designer kitchen shop, but they're not the usual thing out there.

Re. migraine triggers.  I don't have any food triggers at all, but can't usually get away with any alcohol.  Mine is mainly hormonal (nuff said) but stress does play a part as well.  Also sleep.  If I don't get enough sleep I get one and if I have too much sleep also.  Has to be the right balance.

Dates from the 1500s Mort and Scot, and then this poem from Elizabeth Fleming, believe me, we did not leave the table until the egg shells were truly smashed.

"Oh, never leave your egg-shells unbroken in the cup;
Think of us poor sailor-men and always smash them up,
For witches come and find them and sail away to sea,
And make a lot of misery for mariners like me.
They take them to the sea-shore and set them on the tide -
A broom-stick for a paddle is all they have to guide
And off they go to China or round the ports of Spain,
To try and keep our sailing ships from coming home again.
They call up all the tempests from Davy Jones's store,
And blow us into waters where we haven't been before;

And when the masts are falling in splinters on the wrecks,
The witches climb the rigging and dance upon the decks.
So never leave your egg-shells unbroken in the cup;
Think of us poor sailor-men and always smash them up;
For witches come and find them and sail away to sea,
And make a lot of misery for mariners like me."

And you thought a boiled egg was a simple breakfast?  Am I the only one to know about this crunching of the shells?

Where's Sinbad and his Guinness?

Neither Vegemite nor Marmite are regular visitors to our market shelves, I'm afraid.

But I certainly do crush the shells as well as I can, unless I am breaking raw eggs for a skillet dish of some kind. Raw eggshells as anyone can tell you are not seaworthy.

Yeah, but what about the boxer shorts, eh?

That's what happens when you live with cats

Do that be a Sussex Speciality?  

One legged birds called Turley,
bred in the wilds of Patcham surely?
and mushrooms from Hove
from a singular cove who is
flogging Uncle Ben's Rice,
so good you'll taste it twice.

Pixie hasn't actually tried doing that yet tho she loves to drink out of a flower pot saucer which is outside the backdoor - and full of muck. I got worried when she tried drinking from a sprayer which had been used for weedkiller - but she's still here so it must have been washed out sufficiently.