I have found myself lately consuming a large jar of assorted nuts for dinner and being quite satisfied. Absurdly or nut(!), there’s a faint feeling of naughtiness that this must be wrong, after all, nuts are not food and I should be eating something substantial like steak or chicken or fish. I put this partly to my upbringing where having a distended gut after a meal was sought; and partly to the fear of fat in nuts. Looks like the game so far is: 1 to Nuts, and nought to Fear. Now I just have to give up candied nuts for surely that road, sweet as a nut, is fraught with peril.