Little Pigger in Magic Knickers

A few years ago, while sitting down, I ripped the seam of my favourite jeans. I had to walk home with a jumper tied round my waist so as not to expose my bottom to the world. When I told my friend Sandra she laughed and said 'well, Bronia, it is true what they say: little piggers really do need bigger knickers!' I was reminded of this today as I squeezed myself into my skinny jeans and headed into town to meet Becca for coffee. I have been a little pigger this weekend and it is set to continue tonight.

Last night's pig out of choice was at The Foyer restaurant http://www.foyerrestaurant.com/. This is a charity run venture in Aberdeen and they have one restaurant on Crown Street and another inside His Majesty's Theatre. The menu is seasonal and changes often, although the choice can be quite limited. After some rather amusing mis-ordering (where both my main and the wine we had chosen were sold out) I landed with the goats cheese on a golden beetroot salad to start -salty and creamy, with a tang from the pickled golden beetroot - and the special of venison as a main. The venison itself was tender and juicy, but my favourite part of the dish was the pureed turnip, which was surprisingly smooth and sweet. I tend only to roughly mash turnip - as in chappit neeps and carrots - but I think I might give puree-ing a go instead.

However, dessert was the real event for me last night as I plumped (pun absolutely intended) for the Sticky Toffee Pudding with Gingerbread Ice-cream. I would argue that the pudding itself was average but, wow, gingerbread ice-cream! I need to get me a recipe for that. It was all kinds of awesome. As, in fact, was Andrew's dessert of chocolate tart that was sticky in the middle and crispy on top. See what I mean about me being a little pigger though?! And I neglected to tell you about the popcorn I ate at the cinema before this somewhat excessive dinner.

And...it is only set to continue tonight. Oliver's brother is having a 25th birthday thing at pizza express and I'm all signed-up to stuff my face. I'm at a point of in-decision though - should I go sexy and wear skinny jeans (with the increasingly necessary magic pants underneath)? Or, accept that I'm a pig and wear a tunic dress to allow for maximum pizza-stomach expansion? Ok, don't answer that....