This is not for my Tribe Readers — they know all this stuff — it’s for all the Gentiles (goyim ) like me. By the way, the Jewish diet would always be a prime reason why I could never convert — that, and the little snip! thing.
Tag: Gluttony
Favorite Meals
What would you choose to eat if you had only one choice of meal, every day for the rest of your life?
This was the thought created by David Beckham revealing that ever since he’s known her, his pointy wife Posh (Victoria) has only ever eaten grilled fish and steamed vegetables. (Which in turn prompted some other people to share their choices.)
Now for me, this would be something from the seven circles of Hell, because I have so many dishes that I love — having to pick only one would be torture.
I do know that I generally eat only one thing for breakfast every day — grilled boerewors, a boiled egg and a small handful of cheese curds or a bowl of yogurt — and so far, I’ve yet to get sick of it. But as the only thing? No.
So let’s stipulate that whatever you choose as your lifetime meal option, it’s only ONE meal of the day: breakfast, lunch, dinner whatever.
My list of favorite dinner choices are as follows, in no specific order:
Lamb Vindaloo curry with rice and peas
Spaghetti “Bolognese” (meat sauce, to Murkins)
Steak & Mushroom Pie (as made by New Wife) and thick-cut chips
Hungarian Goulash (as made in Vienna/Budapest) on rice
Fish & Chips (cod only, as made in Britishland)
Texas OR Memphis BBQ Brisket and my version of coleslaw*
Chicken Toastie (grilled chicken chunks + only mayo toasted sandwich)
(Okay, I know it looks kinda bland, but it tastes great)
If someone said I had to eat only these seven meals (i.e. one per day) for the rest of my life, I’d probably survive…
And what would your seven daily meals be?
* Kim’s Coleslaw: angel-hair shredded cabbage, chopped cherry tomatoes, chopped Peppadew, all mixed in with Marzetti’s Cole Slaw Dressing.
No need to thank me; it’s all part of the service.
Filthy Rich
I’m not afflicted with wealth envy, because I’m not a Communist. I do get upset, however, when the rich leverage their wealth to become still richer (as opposed to creating more wealth through productivity), or when people such as the late Senator Harry Reid become wealthy by abuse of their position, or by fraud (like this asshole, this asshole and this tart).
I’m also not envious of people who become rich by pure luck: lottery winners, or people like the Sultan of Brunei, whose country just happens to be sitting on an ocean of oil and natural gas — and who went and created a $5 billion (with-a-B) collection of cars, supercars, bespoke supercars and so on, as discussed here. I’m not upset that most of the cars have never been driven, or that they’re falling apart and becoming unrecoverable. Rich people do stupid shit, and that’s the way of the world.
As is the case with people who spend over $100 million to own apartments in New Yawk fucking City that they’ll never visit.
The difference between them and the idiotic Sultan is that their spending is an investment, whereas the Sultan’s spending is just money thrown away, as befits so much of this kind of thing in the Third World. The latter is similar to inheriting ten million bucks from Aunt Ethel, spending $1,000 on handmade chocolate bars, and never eating any of them. That kind of spending is actually symptomatic of a psychological defect — but still, I don’t care.
The point about those real estate buyers is that if the real estate market crashes, and it will, the value of their investment will plummet — and they still won’t care too much, because they have that much money. And remember the truism: in five generations (or less), all fortunes, no matter how vast, are dissipated.
Which brings me back to my opening statement: I really don’t care how much money people have, nor how it’s spent.
What does get up my nose is when governments do the same kind of thing as the Sultan of Brunei does: only with our money and not their own.
Wait A Minute
While reading The Sun newspaper (so you don’t have to), I was drawn to this little piece about local additions to various fast-food menus all over the world.
No problems with Canuckistan McDonalds offering poutines, of course, as I think there’s probably a law Up There which mandates it:
Oaaaargh I think I just gained a pound looking at those bad boys.
But it’s the offering from KFC Philippines which got me thinking:
Just run with me here for a moment. If that hot dog is the usual bland crap pablum as served to kids as canned Vienna sausages, then ugh. But what if it was a lovely German-style bratwurst or similar, topped with some spicy Senf (mustard) and wrapped in crunchy KFC fried chicken breast?
I’d order it as my last meal, with some proper (not McDonalds) Canucki poutines.
And yes I know, with all that fat it probably would be my last meal. But I have a suspicion that it would truly be a taste to die for.
I think I’m going to make one for myself (once again, so y’all don’t have to), just to see how it works out.
Nom nom nom.
Not At This Zip Code
I note that the annual diet-scolding known as “Veganuary” has already begun. Ah don’ theenk so, Lucy.
And for a little variation:
Time for some brekkie:
See? I can do veggies too.
Tradition
Sod off, Swampy. Trying to stop la famille du Toit from getting together at this time of year would take a company of Marines, and even that might not work.
We do Christmas meals a little differently from most people. It’s too long a back story to tell now, but basically, we stagger our Christmas meals so that various of the family members can visit with their in-laws, girlfriends’ / boyfriends’ parents on Christmas Day.
So Christmas Day is always devoted to an early-morning present-opening ceremony, followed by a Full English breakfast:
…after which the kids scatter to the four winds.
That was yesterday.
Today is Boxing Day (in Britishland), which is when the family comes back to our place for a proper Christmas dinner (roast beef with Yorkshire pudding):
That will be this evening… and I’m still full from yesterday.
Have mercy.