Eating too much
Get
those spices and aromas wafting through the apartment block, the kind of entreaty
you should expect from someone who enjoys your cooking when you do it right.
However,
on the subject of food and eating, I was just braising some beef cuts and
expressing the fear that once done, half of it would have been eaten before it
landed in the next stage of cooking for a stew or something else.
Then,
I remembered how on Twitter a friend talked of his wife getting a dozen
succulent meat pies this morning and he has gone through 6 of them already,
no one is any wiser of the fact until she returns and I can only wonder how the
conversation would go.
Mangoes
on the yellow
Brian
had his aunt visiting with a big basket of fruits, his fear was wondering what
would be the result of eating, sorry quaffing down 5 mangoes. I was waiting on
this end to find out what lessons were learnt from this sudden penchant for
gluttony. Unfortunately for me, he seems to think he should have more mangoes
when in fact the colour of his effluent as he described it, might be from
mangoes than vitamins.
Anyway,
the beef is cooked, and I have had two or three bites, the battle of resistance
begins if I must count myself more disciplined than the mango-eating meat pie-quaffing men. I know I can, I’m sure I would.
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