They say that insanity is defined as,’ doing the same thing repeatedly, and expecting a different result.’
Well, my lovely husband and I are technically insane! Why do I think this, you may wonder?
Over the past few weeks we have chosen soup as a lunch option in a variety of different cafes; each time expecting to enjoy the flavours of, winter’s vegetable, potato and leek and our last offering of turkey, vegetables and cranberries. All sounded delicious.
Unfortunately, all of them were spoiled the heavy-handed seasoning of pepper. Everyone of them had too much pepper for our palettes. All we could taste was pepper; not the turkey or any of the vegetates. In fact, one was so bad that I had to send it back as I just couldn’t eat it.
We always ask if the soup is spicy or peppery and we are always told no they are not1but what is bland to one person is fiery to another!
I can understand the need to season food, really, I do, but shouldn’t chef’s or cooks think more about the variety of customer’s whose taste buds differ. After all, salt and pepper pots are left on the tables so that they can be seasoned to their own individual taste.
(just think about when you visit an Italian restaurant; they offer you black pepper if you want it.)
Too many times we have been disappointed that we've now decided to forgo soup when on offer, which is a shame especially on cold days!
This will leave us with a selection of toasties and paninis but as I look at the combinations on offer well; I despair!
Don’t get me started! For two people, like myself and my lovely husband, who don’t like cheese…
I rest my case!
I recently went shopping for a Christmas dress and although I found a couple, which fitted nicely and according to Dear Daughter Mine, “They looked ‘really nice”.
I didn’t buy them. Why you may wonder?
Well! Let’s face it ladies, it’s all about the belly!
Droopy boobs can be tamed by wearing a well fitted bra; those low hanging fleshy buttocks and saggy knees can be covered up by a nice pair of trousers and long top. Our height can be disguised by either high heels or low flats but let’s not beat about the bush, it is the belly area, which cannot be easily hidden!
Just the slight hint of roundness poking through the dress in that area is enough for me to panic. With a shake of my head and hands smoothing-over the offending bulge (“It’s so slight,” according to Dear Daughter Mine and “Nothing to worry about!”) the dress comes off!
Even if I tried the tight spandex underwear route (recommended by Suzanne and Trinny!) once I’ve squashed into them, those long-forgotten stomach muscles flip-flop over and out, revealing rolls of distasteful blubber!
So, my message to you younger women out there; in your 20’s and 30’s, get cracking now before it is too late! Work those stomach abs, pulverise those pelvic muscles as hard as you can. Squeeze your core until you drop because when you get to my age it’s just too late!
Watching school children in the Spanish town of Almeria brought back some happy memories of when I worked as a teacher. It made me realise that it doesn’t matter which country they come from, it doesn’t matter what gender, race, age or culture; children will be children.
The girls sit on the side lines and gossip with hurried whispers, clandestine looks as secrets are shared. They huddle together planning, plotting, laughing and giggling; happy to be together.
Boys on the other hand are oblivious to these machinations, as they are too busy racing around the area making mischief or they are so involved in their football game that only an explosion of a whistle would get them to stop!
Relaxed teachers supervise and as long as there is no blood; all’s well with the world!
Oh, happy days!