Perhaps it is nostalgic memories of my childhood, or post teenage metabolism denial ("It's totally fine, I am now just going to sleep off this entire pizza."). Whatever it is, ice cream makes me happy.

I hate to liken myself to a creature that spends 80 per cent of its day licking its own feet, but that look of pleasure a cat gets when being pat behind the ear - that is me eating ice cream.

I have an ice cream routine that sees me coming back time and  time again for that sweet, sweet, cool rush of gooey goodness. Every day in fact. 

So is ice cream addictive? Absolutely. 

For me, there is nothing like a healthy dish disguised as something naughty. 

Hence, a pancake that tastes like sweet delicious bananas, but is actually stealthily harbouring loads of spinach, is in my opinion the ultimate breakfast food. 

Also, eating psychedelic food makes me very happy.