08 Wednesday Aug 2012
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beauty, glamour, life, love, musings, photography, sex, thought processes, thoughts, water
There are times when I allow my imagination to run away with itself. Its chosen destinations seem to be quite predictable. Even if they’re not conch-ous decisions.
16 Monday Apr 2012
Posted in food, Life, Musings, Thoughts, Uncategorized
I like water and I drink lots of it. But when I buy food, I expect it to taste like food. Increasingly, the meat, poultry, eggs, fruit and vegetables I buy taste of nothing. Even when I pay the extra for organic produce, things don’t seem much better.
I don’t have sufficient space at home to produce much. The little I do produce however, tastes a million times better than anything I can get in a supermarket. Now, I’m a rank amateur: if I can grow and rear food that tastes good, why can’t the professionals?
I brought two conference pears to work today that I got from ASDA (Walmart) yesterday. They taste of absolutely nothing. Only the texture and appearance tell me what they’re supposed to be. I might just as well be eating ping-pong balls!
I wonder at the nutritional value of food like this. Should my “five a day” be “fifty a day” in order to compensate for water content?
