Mish Mash

We ran out of shower gel and I had to resort to using a bar of soap someone bought me from their travels to France. It wasn’t really any hardship because it was posh French soap, quite luxurious in fact.

And the scent really got me. The scent of soap. It brought me back to the old days before the arrival of all those fancy shower gels and liquid soaps, back to the days before we installed a shower even and had to run our shower water into the bath and use a plastic scoop to pour water over ourselves. When I closed my eyes for a moment it was like I was 10 and back in the bathroom with the tiny blue tiles all over again.

Di asked me in comments if I bought any jams and chutneys from the farm shop I visited and yes, I did. I bought a three fruit marmalade, some cheese, oatcakes, a treacle tart (which you’ve already seen) and a lemon drizzle cake. It’s just too bad that none of it was very good, which was a disappointment. Even the cake wasn’t good; it was dry, maybe it was stale because the cake from the farm kitchen was nice. Oh well. I guess I just have high standards when it comes to food. And you know I’m spoilt when it comes to jam so the marmalade really didn’t excite my tastebuds at all. But the jar looked cute with that bit of gingham on top. Fooled by pretty packaging yet again!

GM and I went out for dinner after work tonight to a Mexican restaurant near work. It was kind of like a headache-inducing nightmare inside with some really non-authentic, garish decor that passes as Mexican to people who don’t know better. The music was irritating and the service was surly. It smelt a bit inside too, kind of like breath, and the man sitting on the table next to me kept shaking his leg and subsequently shaking the long bench we were all sat on.

Despite my semi-strong misgivings, when the food came I felt a lot better because even though I suspected that it wasn’t really the way the Mexicans would have done it, it was still tasty nonetheless. The nachos we’d ordered to share was huge and they didn’t skimp on the toppings. I ordered a starter as my main because I was quite full and didn’t want to go home all bloated on the train but even that was quite substantial. Both GM and I had tacos and their tacos were of the “assemble yourself” variety, kind of like eating at home, where they gave us a few taco shells and a pot of our meats (beef or chicken) together with some salad, guacamole and sour cream on the side. Still it all tasted good!

Next to our table on the other side were two attractive ladies with two kids. One of them had an American accent and she was the prettier one. She was obviously used to American style service because she wasn’t afraid to question and to make demands. Obviously she didn’t get much more than some blank looks and “Yah chilli” when she asked, “Is the chilli made of beef or pork? I’m allergic to pork”. She ended up ordering some chicken tacos. When her tacos arrived she took one look at it and immediately summoned the waitress and demanded, “Where’s my food?” The waitress told her “That’s chicken tacos” and she replied, “Yes, but where is my chicken?!” whilst waving an empty taco shell at the waitress. The waitress then had to tell her that the chicken was in the pot on her plate. I actually laughed out loud. To give the girl credit when she was told that the chicken was in the pot she said, “Oh that’s chicken?  You do everything different here.  I apologise, I’m Mexican and I’m not used to the way things are here”.  Which I thought was very nice of her.  But she was really funny.  Later on I heard her say to her friend, “Are you kidding me?!  No salsa?!”  I think there was salsa only it was masquerading as the salad on the side.  Well what do you expect from a place that has an orange signboard with a cactus painted on it??

Haha Fangirl

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I’m definitely not a Harry Potter fan.  I’m not keen on the books, think the author’s writing is pretty poor with many borrowed elements from other far better writers and I’ve not managed to watch any of the movies from start to finish yet.  I absolutely cannot understand the whole HP mania.

But this clip.  This clip is GOLD.  I think I might even want to watch HP now.  Hahaha!

Food Diary

Lunch - Broccoli with chicken slices

Snack – One banana

Dinner – 4 slices pizza plus potato wedges

Dessert – The last slice of my blueberry buttermilk cake

Drinks – Peppermint tea, English tea, water

Exercise – None

EDIT:  I had to come back and link this……… soooooooo cute!