Busyish day ahead. Tom the tree man is coming at noon and before then I’ll have to drop THG off at the stayshun for her trip to Liverpeul. It’s time for the annual hedge trim plus we need some logs chopping. Couple of meetings this afternoon then off to the Star early doors with Ajax and anyone else who fancies coming along.
The last of the bacon was consumed for breakfast. The last in the fridge, not the last ever, obvs. Imagine the furore if there was no more bacon. Ever. Vegetarians the whole world over would simply shrug their shoulders and raise their palms to the ceiling. I however would write to the Times to complain. “How could we have let it get to this?” Disgruntled of Tunbridge Wells.
For a kick off I haven’t used up all my brown sauce. I typically only have brown sauce with bacon. And sausages but bacon is ranked higher than sausage in the food hierarchy. Maslow’s food hierarchy of needs places bacon at its pinnacle. If you are at the top then bacon is all you need. And crispy duck pancakes with hoisin sauce.
Maslow’s food pyramid does not apply to everyone. There are specific exclusions if you are on a diet, or a member of a religion that prohibits the consumption of certain foodstuffs. Also no fast food is mentioned by Maslow. This may simply be because the concept of fast food in Maslow’s time did not exist or was applied to a quick cheese sandwich.
For sure there is no KFC or McDonalds. In the world of Maslow when you eat a meal you do not get hungry again half an hour later or feel really crap because it tasted great when it was going down but immediately afterwards feels greasy and ‘orrible.
Maslow would have approved of my breakfast. I can picture him now looking on at me with a knowing nod of the head, hand holding his chin. With it I had a large glass of milk. Milk is one of the top five drinks together with water, tea and a decent pint of Timothy Taylor’s Landlord Pale Ale. No idea what the fifth is.
One day I’ll put some time into trying different liquids out to see if I can find the fifth. I’d probably need a research grant to cover the costs especially as it is likely to involve the tasting of some high end wines but I’m sure there will be a business case for it.
The milkman came at four twenty three ey em.
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Came back from Waitrose with a white loaf and a packet of cheese and onion crisps. Lunch today is going to be a crisp sandwich. This is just below the bacon sarnie in Maslow’s book. Slightly annoyed that I had to be rescanned. Presumably the system was surprised that there was no gin or beer in the basket. It’s a good job I only had five items in the trolley.
A rescan is quite rare at Waitrose fair play. I stopped using the scan as you go thing in Tesco when I had to do rescans in two out of the first four shops I did. Noravin that. I don’t like going to Tesco anyway.
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We are very lucky to be able to discuss food in this way. If your difficult decision of the day is whether to have fish or steak for tea then life can’t be that bad. A clergyman friend of mine once said he visited a family in Africa and was offered a meal. His hosts did not eat because they only had enough food for him. He felt very bad about it but their pride was at stake.
We are off on Safari in February and my hardest decision is going to be how much to leave as a tip. That and meal choice on the rest of the trip. When you stay in hotels you find that menus are very much the same wherever you go.
Tom and his lads are trimming away. Amazing how much stuff grows in a year. The garden is a cacophony of leaf blower, chainsaw and hedge trimmer. At least the shed is reasonably sound insulated.