 He been away from Wales for months, Trud. What have you been missing? they said. I said, you know what I've been missing? Really missing. A picnic, Drisloen Castle, Blarne, Carra-Cennin, Lan Stephan, some succulent Camarthen ham, maybe washed down a bit of real ale. Followed up with a bit of cheese and crackers, maybe some crumbly car filly or a tangy snow downlea cheddar. Then into the afternoon I'd probably head over dod gan y bryg yn bryg. It's a bit of a trek, but it's worth it. Bit o baryr brith, maybe a drop of cider. I know where would I go in the evening? God, I'd be spoilt for choice. Down to Lawn for some salt marsh lamb or maybe over to Pembrokeshire for some fresh crab. Oh, a bit of robust Welsh black beef maybe. Some early potatoes. Up to Conwy maybe for some mussels. Maybe a drop of refreshing wine from the Vale of Glamorgan. Basically, I'm just missing the food. Wherever I got you, wherever you get you, from Cardiff to Caenarfon, Caer Sustachramech. Why not try a little taste of Wales and celebrate? Cary Cymru, Cary Blas. And I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, what, no breakfast, Rod? I've never done breakfast. Never have. Never will.