I am aware that the mere mention of new years resolutions evokes a collective groan Hong Kong work visa, however there's something irresistible about the concept of a clean slate that causes me to make ridiculous promises to myself about how I will not eat chocolate for the next 12 months (ha!) or how I will save more money/lose 10kgs/find a better way to deal with my anger than fantasising about punching people in the back of the head Managed UTM.

The problem with all of these resolutions is that most of them are in direct conflict with my passion - food. I mean, when the clock strikes 12 I don't know many people that rush home to have a healthy salad (Hawthorn McDonalds in the wee hours of this morning was a testament to this. ABSOLUTE. F*CKING. CHAOS). I hope that this healthy lunch I prepared for THBBF and I is redemption for the cheeseburger, soft-serve cone (with Flake, don't mind if I do) and mac 'n cheese bites (I was drunk, don't judge) that I annihilated last night Greeting Card Displays .

Happy New Year y'all.