It’s recently become apparent to me that I have a bit of a problem. I have a slight obsession with taking pictures of the food that I eat on a day to day basis. Whether it’s baklava after a nostalgic Cypriot lunch, the most mouth watering steak cooked blue at the Big Easy, a bowl of baked beans and buttered toast (eaten curled up on the sofa – obvs.), or a slice of the richest chocolate torte at a wedding, I’ll snap it up. I guess I just like to remember the moment (read as: I have no shame).