This ain't helping much either.

Not sure how I’m supposed to lose ten kilos of blubber eel when a Portuguese custard tart cafe just opened in my ‘hood. Lisboa Caffe, about a fifteen minute drive away.

And even worse, it sits right in the middle of the route where I go for my morning walks in that part of town. What deviltry is this?

These things are the most fatal of all my fatal weaknesses. I’ve never a pasteis de nata I didn’t like.

I suppose I could just tell myself there’s protein in the egg custard.