The greatest risk of eating as much fat as you fancy - and feeling so well - is that you become a food bore.
I've even been boring myself droning on about what I’m eating and not eating. I used to be scathing about picky eaters, but now I'm the one staring gloomily into carb-laden cafe food cabinets, or poring suspiciously over the fine print on food labels. Vegetarians, vegans, the gluten intolerant and those of you with food allergies … please accept my apologies.
As it was, there was only some sautéed pork belly and vegetables standing between me and the likely onset of a persistent depressive episode. More about the pork belly later, but first a bit of context.