Floor to ceiling, sandwiches are piled high. Not just sandwiches: pastas, wraps, baguettes, sushi. Brown bread, white tortillas, bacon, chicken, vegan chicken, tuna, cucumber, falafel. Smoothies and energy drinks crowd on one side, while yoghurts, crisps and cakes are heaped on the other.
The meal-deal section of a supermarket is a thing of beauty. The variety of combinations covers almost all cravings, preferences and dietary requirements, at roughly the price of a standard London coffee. I don’t understand colleagues who waste their evenings making up a large quantity of the same dish for lunch the next day. The smugness of stringent meal-preppers must turn into gloom when, by Friday, they’re faced with the prospect of defrosting the fifth frozen chilli of the week. I, meanwhile, will never have that problem.
Yet the Welsh government has announced that it is considering a meal deal ban.
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