food fall down
unfortunately, due to a number of factors, the take-away dinner fell down the fridge and on to the floor. it was ok though. and still tasted great (the rest of it, not the floored stuff)
food
in flight food
i’m much happier with this modern picnic food you get on airplanes. it’s much more to my taste
thursday is pie day
i find it very satisfying when i see a small and unimportant thing at the beginning of my walk to work, only to see another slightly related thing further on.
here is a good example. it’s some jam tarts (near Paddington) and a pie (near Marylebone High Street). both pastries. both on the street about 20 minutes apart.
food of the day
melted ice-cream in a tub. it had a fantastically subtle green colouring which you can just about see in the photo.
smarties in the countryside
i love smarties. their chocolate goodness enclosed in a crunchy shell. mmm. these were particularly welcome on a cold day halfway up a mountain.
street food
this is a nice idea for people on pub crawls across london. it’s an en-route refueling opportunity.
pickled cucumber
it’s not heinz, but it is pickled cucumber.
food and drink
on my way to work this morning i spotted this heinz baby food tin. it reminded me of yesterday’s heinz broccoli find. the colour reminded me of irn bru
here are some other abandoned food and drink items i passed on the way:
kids love broccoli
imagine their surprise at opening their tin of beans to find a little broccoli in there ! it must be why they threw the tin out in to the street.
luxury lolly
this melted lolly looked like a precious flower. beauty in decay or something.
Irn Bru
now here’s a remarkable thing – Irn Bru. On our recent trip to scotland we noticed Irn Bru everywhere. it’s the coca-colo (‘cocalola’ says kezia) of scotland.
i tried some at the loch lomond shores which was an irn bru only establishment.
look at the colour of the thing. i’m sure this is why the stereotypical scotsman has red hair:
they sponsor rubbish bins:
and kids play parks:
cans even wash up on the side of rivers:
oh, and i think it tastes horrid. but then i’m probably not man-enough to drink it or something.
a pie in the tree
i spent about 20 minutes trying to convince esther and her friend catherine that pince cones are in fact eggs containing baby mice. when they didn’t believe me i admitted i’d got it wrong (i’m man enough).
i explained instead that baby dogs came out of pine cones and if they came along very early on a sunny summer morning they would hear the pine cones popping and puppies flying out. they didn’t believe this either, but i think they enjoyed being smarter than an old person for a while !
on the way out esther pointed up at this tree and said “look mummy, there’s a pie in that tree”. and so there wasn’t. unless it’s a giant mushroom pie.
the great british picnic
the great british picnic usually takes place in a car park. you’ll also need to take an umbrella. the umbrella WILL be needed to protect you from either the wind, rain or sun.
today it was a sun repellent.
feeding bench
one minute there was just bread then there were giant baked potatoes. a mystery caught on camera.
black and white
i think i’ll throw this one open as a caption competition. not a real competition of course as there’s no prizes other than the personal satisfaction of a job well done.
