The Big Issues

There are many issues and conflicts in the world that after years and years are unresolved. Such as the Israel and Palestine conflict. But for me the issue that I’ve been trying to figure out over many years is whether I prefer tea or coffee.

But I’ve finally made a decision that I’ll never be able to choose. I’ve excepted that it depends where I am and what time of day it is.
Of instance, the first and last drink o the day has to be tea but mid to late afternoon coffee usually takes over.
When I’m out somewhere I would never grab a cup of tea because it will never taste as good as when I make one at home.

Because everyone thinks that they make the best cup of tea. Sure that the length of time they leave it to brew and at what point the milk goes in is the right way

Well not everyone. I was having this conversation at work when one of my colleagues. He said that one time he offered his father-in-law a cup of tea and asked him if he takes sugar he had to pause and think.
“Eerr… well I’m not sure. I’ve not made a cup o tea in over forty years. The wife always does it.”

That's taking old school to a new level.

Whatever way you wake your tea it doesn't matter. Whatever works for you.
But if you dunk biscuits into it then you are just plain wrong.

Anti-Social Eaters

I read today that food and drink in the London Olympic venues is going to be expensive. Really, you don’t say. Of course it will be. That’s a given.
But people will still be queuing up to get a seven quid burger to wash down with their five quid coke. Some people just love stuffing their faces with junk food at sporting events, the cinema and theme parks. Its like everything else going on is a backdrop to the main attraction of food.

But if they want to spend a fortune fine, it doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is the anti-social eaters. I’m talking about the people that think that its perfectly acceptable to eat their lunch on the tube.
A sandwich is bad enough but the people who bring on stinking junk food are a breed apart. I’ve been annoyed with people on the tube many a time. Who hasn’t. What with being squashed against someone with too much perfume or aftershave on. Or bad body odour. Or someone who keeps sniffing or coughs without putting their hand over their mouth.
But Never have I been more annoyed with the person who sat next to me with a Big Mac and fries.
Or the woman who sat down opposite me on a near empty carriage and chomped away on fish and chips. The stink of it.
These people must have no self awareness about what cunts they are.

Come Dine With Me Menu

Four, maybe five years back I hardly had anything in the cupboard or fridge to eat. I wasn’t a poor student or on the dole at the time, I was just too lazy to go to the supermarket and supply’s were very low.
In this sort of situation you have to improvise. So I cooked up some pasta and added some dried herbs to it. It needed something more, so I grabbed a handful of Twiglets, crushed them up and added it to the pasta. You know, to give it that crunchy marmite taste that it was lacking. Yes I know that its not exactly authentic Italian as such but I had to make the best of what I had.
I thought nothing of it, then a mate of mine knocks on the door, so I let him in and go back to my food. He asks me what I’m eating so I tell him and he looks at me like I’ve committed the worst culinary sin know to man. “Pasta and Twiglets! Pasta and fucking Twiglets! What is wrong with you?”

So he ends up telling people and now if I say to a mate something like “I’ve got to go home and eat then I’ll be up the pub later,” the reply is usually “What are you having, pasta and Twiglits?”
So now I have a reputation as a crap cook. I’m actually alright, but sometimes I do like to fuse things together. Such as my a meal that mixes Italy and Mexican cuisine that I call pasta con carnie.
And my latest concoctions is a combination of breakfast and desert that can be eaten anytime of the day. Its basically just some desert like apple pie or chocolate cake mixed in with a bowl of cereal. I could eat it all day.
If I went on Come Dine With Me I have the main course and desert sorted. I’ve just got to work on a starter.

Racist Undertone Buiscuits

I saw these Oreo type biscuits in a Turkish supermarket called Negro. Now I know that the Spanish word for black is negro but in Turkish it’s siyah (yes I did just look the up on Google translate as my Turkish isn’t so great) so why the name? To have them in England does seem a bit off, but they do taste good.