If like me, you often don’t stop eating when you are full, but carry on until you find yourself in a flabby, misshapen and self-loathing state, wondering “what is the point of all this?” and desperately trying to control gas while keeping away from lit flames in fear of recreating the Hindenburg disaster; then you might have considered dieting. This blog is dedicated to my attempt at resetting my digestive system to its former healthily-functioning glory by going full-caveman and eating mostly raw, or at least non-thermally processed, food while diving in to the history of dishes that I discover during my quest for uninterrupted by acid-reflux (aka free of painful frog-burps) sleep.