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Cadbury’s Bar Six!
Cadbury’s Bar Six!
As a wee seedling, I think was fond of those. Sliced tomato, and the consequent soggy bread, not so much.
The University of Northampton issues a trigger warning for Orwell’s 1984. The citation states that readers may find it, “Offensive and upsetting.”
Is there irony here somewhere? Asking for a friend.
Cress is not food.
Cress is a garnish at best.
At this moment, none better though than sweet basil from the garden to make a tomato sing.
And to think, people complain these days about ‘unnecessary packaging’..!
[ Wipes hand on arse of trousers, passes Julia pressed veal and tomato sandwich. ]
Disappointed not to find ‘potted meat’.
Disappointed not to find ‘potted meat’.
I think that might’ve pushed us over the edge. One has to have some standards.
Forget the meat; the disappointment would be if somehow the glutinous corona of jelly had failed to coagulate.
Though I remember liking something called Sandwich Spread, which was a sort of tangy cabbage and pickle thing.
Ah, simpler times.
I recall the first time I visited the UK, in 1979, and was off put when I served a ham sandwich . . . with butter?
Jen
Disappointed not to find ‘potted meat’.
Admittedly, we can see the right hand edge of the shelf. But how do we know that the shelf doesn’t extend to the left, possibly to infinity and beyond? Your disappointment may be premature!
served a ham sandwich . . . with butter?
[ Piano player stops, room falls silent. ]
And what, pray tell, is wrong with that?
And what, pray tell, is wrong with that?
I butter my bread all the time since I don’t use mayonnaise.
[slides piece of “sosage” down bar to David]
[slides piece of “sosage” down bar to David]
Incoming!
And what, pray tell, is wrong with that?
[Squaring her jaw]
It is inferior to a good, robust dollop of horseradish and mustard.
Meanwhile, Québécois journalist fleeing curfews and confinement in the frozen North heads to Florida only to find there are no curfews and confinement, and people are having germs for dessert.
Argh – just as I went to post my last comment, a Weimaraner stretched and his paw hit my keyboard, ruining my formatting!
Sorry about that.
[ Quietly fixes catastrophic shitshow of HTML. Savours moment. ]
Québécois journalist fleeing curfews and confinement
I think in that article he claims that Florida has a higher-than-other-states percentage of Covid deaths (shame on them for not cowering in fear!) but avoids pointing out that Florida has a much higher percentage of retired old folks.
It’s amazing how “journalists” can carefully avoid mentioning the blatantly obvious.
Disappointed not to find ‘potted meat’.
Two words: fish paste.
I remember liking something called Sandwich Spread, which was a sort of tangy cabbage and pickle thing.
Ah yes, Sandwich Sick, as it perhaps inevitably became known.
Ah yes, Sandwich Sick, as it perhaps inevitably became known.
You’re ruining my memories of childhood, you know. Next, you’ll be telling me Vesta curries weren’t the bleeding edge of sophistication.
You’re ruining my memories of childhood, you know. Next, you’ll be telling me Vesta curries weren’t the bleeding edge of sophistication.
I find the most effective way to ruin such childhood memories is to try the various foodstuffs again in later life. I had a butterscotch Angel Delight (which was aptly named, it was a truly heavenly concoction) a few years ago and it was so ghastly that I could have wept.
In our memories, Vesta curries are, as you say, the height of sophistication, Fray Bentos pies are magnificent and those beefburgers that you got frozen from Tesco’s are bliss … best not to disturb those memories.
Mind you, Cadbury’s Smash. What was that all about? That was shite, even back then.
Hell’s Canteen
That’s a high-class joint: Most of the sandwiches have named meat!
For mash get Smash!
Disappointed not to find ‘potted meat’.
Indeed, properly made* it is an upmarket pate de fois gras.
Wasn’t it Shipphams who had those dinky barrel-shaped liitle bottles for various pastes?
*There used to be a very good butcher (possible still is) on the corner of the market place in Horncastle that did a good meat paste – and stuffed chine too.
And what, pray tell, is wrong with that?
Haven’t you heathens heard of mayonnaise? Ham and swiss with mayo, or better yet ham and swiss and bacon with mayo and lettuce, on a good French bread.
Oooh, Sandwich Spread, absolutely lovely on a piece of Ryvita! And Vesta meals are a guilty pleasure, but only the Chow Mein and Paella.
And at Christmas, I rediscovered the delight of squeezing Primula cheese from a tube onto a Ritz…
As long as food is the topic…
Meanwhile, Québécois journalist fleeing curfews and confinement in the frozen North heads to Florida only to find there are no curfews and confinement, and people are having germs for dessert.
The Democrat opposition here in FL created an ad a few months ago that was so anti-DeSantis (our R governor, donchaknow) that it effectively felt like a pro-DeSantis ad. I’ll see if I can find it. They likely jerked it back.
On a good rye bread. And Jewish rye. From either NYC or South Florida.
Fast forward to about 1:30 on this link.
https://youtu.be/uoMsbi5AAl0
From either NYC or South Florida
As if there is a difference…
When your obsessions don’t just color your judgement but destroy it: ‘1917’ is a ‘homoerotic war movie.
I recall certain gay science fiction writers/critics who claimed to find “obvious” homoeroticism in various novels, which proved that either they were getting strangely aroused by innocent things or they were engaged in a political war to subvert the culture. But probably both.
Moonbats assemble!
Good news, everyone, a solution to the Ukraine crisis has been found.
Moonbats assemble!
I always suspected there was something sketchy about Milton Keynes.
Disappointed not to find ‘potted meat’.
Well, there seems to be something made of penguin further down the shelf, so…
despite much higher new case and hospitalization rates than ours .
Source: New York Times
I think I might have found the writer’s problems…
Whoever said in the last thread that the Canuck journalist was engaging in “good boy” behavior (Steve maybe) – is this jackhole trying to brag about his vacation but in a manner that won’t attract the ire of his fellow covidian Canucikstanis? That’s the only way I can make any sense of the tone of that little bitchfest.
As a Canajun let me assure you the phrase “Quebecois complains…” is so self obvious as to not need pointing out.
Good news, everyone, a solution to the Ukraine crisis has been found.
Well how could it not work? it was proven so effective against the Boko Haram (#bringbackourgirls). I know because the Washington Post and Teen Vogue tell me it’s true.
Charles Murray chats with Steve Sailer. The discussion starts about 5 minutes in.
Ukraine crisis & boko haram: the woke live by twitter and seem to really think that disapproval on twitter will influence world leaders and terrorists. hahahaha no
This summarizes the current US power matrix very deftly IMHO.
The pandemic has been relentless for mothers, many of whom have been stuck in an endless cycle of work and child care. Some Massachusetts mothers gathered to do something about it.
Right. That ought to sort things.
One by one, they emerged from the shadows and gathered at the 50-yard line.
Behind a paywall so I didn’t get to read the part where they slink back into the shadows after the screaming. Oh, and head to Starbucks for a pumpkin spice latte.
Behind a paywall…
Weird, not on mine.
A hotline. For screaming emergencies.
A therapist. Of course.
I suspect that was more like a short putt than a drive, but one wonders why this shit only happens is places like NYC and Boston.
Behind a paywall so I didn’t get to read the part where they slink back into the shadows after the screaming.
If you’re quick you can get past the paywall: Ctrl-A and Ctrl-C before the page gets blocked, then paste into any text editor.
…Ctrl-A and Ctrl-C before the page gets blocked…
Just tried that in a different browser that was showing me the paywall – a most excellent workaround for future reference. Thanks.
Another one that often works (also for adblocker blockers), but alas not for the NYT, is 12 Foot Ladder.
A hotline. For screaming emergencies.
And nothing says “take me seriously as an adult” quite like performative shrieking.
screaming: modern woke women are at such a disadvantage, being the first women ever in history to have small children. By the way, no one stopped them through all of this from bringing kids to the playground or having another mother with kids to their house. Except being covidiots of course.