I am getting old. Why do I know it? One night out ends up as few days recovery time. Some people can’t even look at food after having one too many. I am totally opposite and I could ‘eat a horse’ (please don’t be alarmed, this is just the way we say it in Poland when we are really hungry ;-)). I usually crave comforting, belly warming food, that will make me feel better.
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