It's called Lamb's Lettuce for a reason....

I've just been to Tesco (shopping). I saw a selection of "Salad Leaves" on sale, and was intrigued. What will these little beauties taste like. Are they going to be the culinary experience that I have been longing for.

The bags and design looked very enticing, and managed to strike a cord with me, so I decided, what the hell, lets try these leaves in a salad (and the price was not bad either)..

All that I know, these bloody leaves are really tasty, if you are a Lamb, sadly, I'm not, so I really did not like the taste - It's obvious that the "mixed little leaves" were gathered by Tesco employees from the messy garden, 200 yards down the road, to the left of the store, while the Lamb's Lettuce, collected from Lamb's excrement (Shit, to me and you).

The "Lamb's Lettuce" was tasteless, but it did leave a nasty, oily, grubby feel in one's mouth (and a crappy aftertaste),  while the "Little Mixed Leaves" tasted very aniseedy, probably just like any other leaf you pick up of the floor and pretend that it's a salad leaf.... Regardless, those are 2 more products to avoid...

Colour me your colour, baby...

http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2011/mar/04/daily-star-reporter-quits-protest

Jade & Isabelle

I tried 2 things over the weekend that I had to write about. The first was a Microwaveable Pukka Pie (or 2) - this was a very nice pie. I was not keen on the crust, but hey, you can't win them all...



The second item was a Pakeeza Low Fat Yogurt - I buy these all the time, and they are, usually, of an acceptable, passable, quality - However, this time, the consistency was very Gelatinous and Güey (if that is a word)- a bit like liquid snot (not very appetizing), and the taste is a bit lacking.... In short, it used to be good, but now, or this batch, is very, very, very bad...

Pearls of Wisdom...

I've been having problems with a Wisdom Tooth for over a year now. It's loose, painful and annoying. It hurts when I talk, eat, drink, breathe, and each time I go to the dentist for a check-up, she tells me the same BS, "Even though it's loose, I think we better just leave it there for the time being, otherwise, my jaw might drop or something evil (nasty) might happen", and as per usual, I bloody listen.

However, this time it was different, because the tooth was very, very loose, and it was lying horizontally over an exposed Gum, where another tooth once resided (I don't know if that makes any sense). So it was covering the Gum, and because of that, and the fact that I was unable to clean underneath the tooth, I developed a severe case of Gingivitis (with inflamed gums, bleeding lumps and crappy taste, in that location).

Today, I went to the dentist for my 6 monthly check-up, (and the dentists did pull the tooth out, but the story is nothing to do with the tooth). While at the reception desk, somebody phoned for an EMERGENCY appointment, and they asked for their usual Dentist, however, the Dentist was on holiday (the receptionist told them so), but the next answer was, Yes, he is English and White? - And what is more disturbing, is the fact that the receptionist did not care, or bat an eyelid when she said that, as if, it was the norm...

And no, it was not the Aryan Brotherhood Dentistry (or was it, judging by the amount of pain that I was in?).

There's a FAT Rat in mi Kitchen what am I gonna do?,

Place. A Kebab Shop - Bolton Town Center
Date. 24/02/2011
Time. 23:30

I've just visited a new customer of mine, a Kebab Shop, somewhere in Bolton Town Center. The shop seemed to have acquired some unusual pets, a Family of Fat Rats, those where running about and roaming, like nothing is going on, and that it was all normal. And what's even more disturbing, is the attitude of the staff's, and their  acceptance of these visitor, I could swear that someone was even throwing scraps of food to the family.

How old am I?

Or, how old do I feel. Even though this shell of a body disagrees, I still feel like an 18 year old, which is exactly the age I was, when I left Iraq back in 1981.  It's like I suddenly stopped growing, and the whole of my maturity and future development, was stuck (and indefinitely paused) at that moment in time.

I know that many things have happened to me since, I fell in love, practically everyday, I got married, I had kids, I had grand kids, I worked, I played, I laughed, I cried, I loved. I hated, I lost many dear people along the way, and gained some new family members, I gained weight and, gained weight and, gained weight, I had pets, I lost pets, I had cars, I lost cars, I watched TV, again and again and again, I did do lots of things, but deep down, I'm still an 18 year old kid that never had the chance to grow. A bit like Peter Pan...

but without the Fairies





or the 80's haircut & jumpsuit