It’s the full vegetarian breakfast experience for Julia today. She’s doing most of the heavy lifting in the move so Sunday breakfast is the least I can do. Scrambled eggs, beans on toast, mushrooms, fried tomatoes. We are still ripening the tomato crop in bags with bananas. It was either that or fried green tomatoes. Next year, with the new kitchen, I may make green tomato chutney. Or, the slightly less trying climate of a sheltered back garden a bit farther south, we may not end up with a basket of green tomatoes. It seems to be lacking bacon, sausage and black pudding but at our age it’s probably time to develop a healthier lifestyle.
Actually, that time was probably thirty years ago but, like tree planting, the second best time is now.
Yes, I read a lot of low-brow books…
When we move we will, as I think I said yesterday, have a microwave that does air frying, which should be even healthier. Something I noticed when I started to make my arrangements for retiring was that I started to worry about dying before I had enjoyed sufficient retirement. I have enough plans to last me for the next fifty years so I’m not going to run out of stuff to do.
Obviously, going into politics with my new party “The Grumpy Old Men of Great Britain” has been put on the back burner – it will be a few years before the next election so, in my normal tradition of procrastination I will leave it for a few years before starting.
It’s going to be a one issue party with a focus on bile and vitriol, because this seems to be rising in popularity these days. I will leave the “foreigners” alone because most of them have enough to put up with and don’t need me to add to it. Anyway, it’s bad manners to make guests feel unwelcome, and if a party of old people is going to stand for anything, it should stand for good manners. For a while, I did think of picking on young people, with their Americanised speech (“Can I get a coffee?” is a deplorable crime against the English language) and their dreadful music, but, as Julia pointed out, they are the ones working to pay for my pension and health care, so I’ve shelved that too. Politics, deep down, is about self-interest, after all.
I parked this while I went to eat breakfast, then forgot to get back to it. I feel slightly disorientated on discussing breakfast at 6.30 pm and wonder where my day went. (It was mainly sorting and dusting books).
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“The Grumpy Old Men of Great Britain” party sounds like a good response to what is going on over here, which seems to be spreading elsewhere. 🙂
Rick makes pickles out of green tomatoes.
We have been successful in ripening most of our crop this year. Good for sandwiches but bad for chutney. 🙂
I suspect that when you were young, Old timers had a few choice words to say about your generation and word usage. As the late great Kurt Vonnegut noted, and so it goes. 😉
I’m sure they did. 🙂
“Can I get…..” is one of my pet hates, too. I’l Join your party.
A healthy diet does have great advantages which I am hoping to enjoy in my later years when I try one. In the meantime, I am hoping that eating yoghurt with liberal dashes of raspberry jam will do some good.
Yoghurt good, fruit good, And we are both old enough to remember that sugar was once good for energy, rther than the villain it has now become. 🙂
I am a bit of a sugar addict which I why I have a permanent roll of fat round my middle when the rest of me is reasonably slim.
We were, to be fair, designed to be sugar addicts. This wasn’t a problem when we only had honey and berries to obtain it. 🙂
In re the planting of trees etc; I went to my optometrist to have an eye checkup and complained about headaches and she was advised me to drink six glasses of water a day and six less cups of coffee. At 80+ I thought it was too late to change but within a week the constant headache has gone.
Great news, and a good example. It gives me hope for changing myself even more.