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Wondering what it would be like to eat my way through the alphabet, I wrote the poem below.

On 1st November 2018, I began to actually live the lines I’d written, day by day, and these pages record the experience.  Leave a comment if this sparks off any thoughts.

You can click the links to find that day’s letter lived in real life.

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EATING MY WAY THROUGH THE ALPHABET

AN A to Z OF EATING IN 26 DAYS

A starts with a flourish of artichoke with avocado, followed by anchovy-flavoured aubergine, then apples, apricots, almonds.

For B, an abundance of beans – baked, broad, runner, butter or green – in stew of bacon and beef made to nourish, and a side dish of broccoli. washed down with beer.  Biscuits for afters (blueberries optional). Mashed banana in bread before bed.

On C day, a terrine of cod and crab served on crispbread. Main: cabbage, chicken, courgette, cumin – cooked – sprinkled with coriander and cheese on a bed of couscous, garnished with capers and chutney.  Chocolate cake, custard and cream for pud.  Coffee and chips coming home from the pub. Still hungry? Crunch on celery and cucumber.

D is for doldrums: doughnuts and dates.  And dill.  That’s all.

E is for eggs, the start of all life.

F is for figs, fruit tea and fish, gutted and filleted by your sharpest knife.

For G make a stir-fry of groundnuts and greens with garlic and ginger. Then grapes soaked in gin.

H is for harvest. Oh glory! a day of honey and haggis, hummus and ham.

I is for ice cream; luscious, licking and lovely.

On J eat jelly and jam, home made, dripping, slipping,

and K gives you kidney with kale.

L is for licking fingers and lips after lobster linguine, lambs liver with lentils, lettuce and old-style lemonade.

It’s M.  Let’s have milk, macaroni and mustard. Mussels or mince? Hell, let’s have both! Add mushrooms and mayo, cooked in a dollop of marge, and stir in some marmite for good measure.

Nuts! It’s N-day. Handfuls and gob-fuls. Pass me a nectarine.

Oh for offal!  Onions and okra sizzled in oil, add olives and offal, a topping of oats and oregano, oven bake (not boil).  Optional oysters for starters.

P – prepare your palate.  A ragout of pork with peppers, potatoes, paprika and prunes, served with pasta and pickles. Fussy children can have pizza and pancakes with pears. Posh people can start with prawns.

Q.  Sorry.  Just quinoa (pronounced keen-wah). You could spend the long day wondering what to do with a quince.

R brings food! Rice! Radishes! Rocket!

It’s S and there’s seriously insufficient nutrition. Give me sugar in my smoothies, sausages and smoked salmon for breakfast, sea bass and sardines with swede and spinach splodge for tea.  A satsuma.

On T I’ll drink tea, eat tuna with tomatoes and turnip.

Eventually U – Oh god, it’s the uncooked day.  Slip in a few Udon noodles.

V – ah, vodka. Venison and vegetables (various).

For W drink water, wine, whisky – adults only – and watercress soup till night brings respite,

and X – a non-day, hung over, paracetamol breaking the pattern until you recall, towards nightfall, that tomorrow is

Y – slurping yogurt slipping down the gullet. Then roast yam.

Z is for zilch, nothing, zen, the end. Unless you pretend to be Italian, in which case stuff in zucchini, and zabaglione (what’s that?).

Have you had your literary fill?