I occasionally walk down the high street at lunch time from work to the Subway where I purchase a 6" veggie delight sub for £2.00. Today I was dismayed to discover I had left my wallet at home and was reduced to scraping change from the bottom of my bag.
They know me because I always ask for olives and jalapenos and jalapenos and jalapenos with a few extra jalapenos. Only I say "Halepenos" and they say "Jalapenos". It is a constant sparing struggle and neither I nor this otherwise fine institution are prepared to concede defeat.
Well today, being of limited means, after purchasing a 80p Guardian newspaper instead of a 90p Times I noticed a limited period "Meal Deal" at Subway. This is a 6" sub (the picture shows meat on it) with a cookie and drink for £2.49. This suits me as I only had £2.55 and could get a drink and cookie for only 49p more than I usually pay.
I order this deal but decline the ham and just have the cheese and olives and jalapenos and jalapenos and jalapenos with a few extra jalapenos, as is my want. But when I come to pay they don't want to give me the drink and cookie because I didn't order the ham. When I point out the I did NOT order my usual "Veggie Delight" but the "Special limited time only Meal Deal" and just declined the ham they were incredulous. It would have been no problem it they had put ham on my sandwich and I had scrapped it off and tossed it away but ......
I prevailed but "only this once because i am a regular customer". To bad that tomorrow I will be at my other office and won't be able to try this again - nothing like a crusade against stupidity!
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Flying, hearts and happy times
Today I had three flights of about 6 minutes duration each. Very cool. The flying field seems to have grown a bit larger and the trees are now a little lower.
The foot and mouth outbreak makes overflying the surrounding farmland a little more risky as the farmer would be unhappy with people tramping across the fields to effect a recovery. I had only one scary moment when the wind seemed to blow the plane overhead as it approached me with the sun behind it. I recovered but only because I had enough height to recover from the resulting stall. The next fly pass revealed that I had lost a wheel. At this point I handed back control to my instructor who effected a "crash landing" on two of the three wheels. No harm done except that an additional wheel came off in the process. I paid so much attention to the flight controls that the wheels had seemed kind of cosmetic. Ah well we learn from mistakes.
Earlier in the day Annalise and I spent some time at the hospital where she had a ultra-sound of her heart. Now I know hearts, we've all seen them on valentines day cards, and what she had was not in the distinctive heart shape or red colour - it was black and white and rather grainy, almost but not quite like each of our children on their last ultra-sound scan before we met them in person. That the radiologist did not pick up on this alarmed me - she seemed to think everything was normal. We await the doctors opinion as to whether her heart is several sizes to small - like the Grinch.
Tomorrow we, me as the policy holder and Stephen as the dropper, have a telephonic interview with the insurance company over the claim for the broken camera lens.
After this we will likely either walk or drive around the country-side until we find a picturesque pub and them "waste" the lazy afternoon reading the paper or a book and having a drink. Four days of holiday remaining.
Tonight we started the our festival of "five nights, five chefs and five meals". Each member of the family gets 10 pounds to spend in ingredients and prepares a meal of their choice - nutritional constraints apply. We all vote on the best meal at the end of it. Emily produced marinated chicken kebabs with a peanut-butter based sauce and brownies for desert. Yummy. Tomorrow is Sophies turn.
The foot and mouth outbreak makes overflying the surrounding farmland a little more risky as the farmer would be unhappy with people tramping across the fields to effect a recovery. I had only one scary moment when the wind seemed to blow the plane overhead as it approached me with the sun behind it. I recovered but only because I had enough height to recover from the resulting stall. The next fly pass revealed that I had lost a wheel. At this point I handed back control to my instructor who effected a "crash landing" on two of the three wheels. No harm done except that an additional wheel came off in the process. I paid so much attention to the flight controls that the wheels had seemed kind of cosmetic. Ah well we learn from mistakes.
Earlier in the day Annalise and I spent some time at the hospital where she had a ultra-sound of her heart. Now I know hearts, we've all seen them on valentines day cards, and what she had was not in the distinctive heart shape or red colour - it was black and white and rather grainy, almost but not quite like each of our children on their last ultra-sound scan before we met them in person. That the radiologist did not pick up on this alarmed me - she seemed to think everything was normal. We await the doctors opinion as to whether her heart is several sizes to small - like the Grinch.
Tomorrow we, me as the policy holder and Stephen as the dropper, have a telephonic interview with the insurance company over the claim for the broken camera lens.
After this we will likely either walk or drive around the country-side until we find a picturesque pub and them "waste" the lazy afternoon reading the paper or a book and having a drink. Four days of holiday remaining.
Tonight we started the our festival of "five nights, five chefs and five meals". Each member of the family gets 10 pounds to spend in ingredients and prepares a meal of their choice - nutritional constraints apply. We all vote on the best meal at the end of it. Emily produced marinated chicken kebabs with a peanut-butter based sauce and brownies for desert. Yummy. Tomorrow is Sophies turn.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Sweet Success
So the other night tried to make fudge again ...
I used to believe there were only two categories of people in this world, those who have read "War and Peace" and those who have not. Well now I realise how arrogant and self centered this thinking was. I now appreciate that there is at least one other significant division in the world - Those who can cook a desert and those who cannot or have not.
Just as in the instant of completing of War and Peace I gained immediate understanding of world affairs, history, the fate of man and Russian social order I now also understand the sweet taste, texture, smell of fudge unburnt, un-unset and looking, tasting and smelling just like fudge should.
Now the kids want in on my chocolate business again.
Life is good ......
I used to believe there were only two categories of people in this world, those who have read "War and Peace" and those who have not. Well now I realise how arrogant and self centered this thinking was. I now appreciate that there is at least one other significant division in the world - Those who can cook a desert and those who cannot or have not.
Just as in the instant of completing of War and Peace I gained immediate understanding of world affairs, history, the fate of man and Russian social order I now also understand the sweet taste, texture, smell of fudge unburnt, un-unset and looking, tasting and smelling just like fudge should.
Now the kids want in on my chocolate business again.
Life is good ......
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Fudge - (*&(^*^$%$%"*&&*^
- 1 cup sugar
- 1 cup milk
- 1 tsp butter
- 1 tsp syrup
Melt in sauce pan, heat until 112C - drop blob in water and when it forms a soft blob then pour into pan to cool.
How hard can this be ? First batch - toffee. Ah maybe I heated it to much. Second batch, burnt and failed to set !
This has cost me credibility as a chef - should I be suing the receipe publisher for lost of status within the family ?
Anyway how did anyone ever stumble onto the recipe and process for making fudge - it is not like tea or cooked meat that can happen by accident ?
My head and body still hurt from the tree yesterday (slept badly). Today is mothers day here in the UK today and I did eat a large quantity of Roses chocolates - these seemed much more effective than the pain killers. Possible treatment for brain trauma - chocolate ?
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)