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A Brief Flurry of Activity

It is a completely accurate headline, unlike some on the internet. There was a furry of activity (as in rapid and lightly manic movement) and it ceased not long after it started.

Headlines for today were about the Titanic tourists. I’m hoping for a happy ending, followed by relief, rejoicing, several best-selling books and a film. I won’t buy the books and I’m unlikely to watch the film as, by the time it comes out, I will already know the ending. I have some views about people who do this sort of thing, but today isn’t the day to reveal them. However, if I tell you that I get annoyed with walkers who get lost on mountains in the UK and have always said they should be given a bill for the rescue effort, you will probably be able to guess. However, I have no patience with the people who are using this as an excuse for bashing the rich or telling about their experience on the submarine.

On a slightly lower level of importance I see there are calls for Miss Scotland to be stripped of her title after allegations of drunkenness and racism at a Rugby Event of the weekend. I’m not sure if the alleged racism was committed by Miss Scotland or not and the report isn’t clear, so it’s probably just another case of a journalist scoring cheap points.

It seems a number of the people calling for the title being withdrawn are worried about the reputation of the competition. I must admit I was surprised that it is still in existence. Any competition that lines up women like they were entrants at Crufts, has no place in the 21st Century.

Finally, a story that is a perfect illustration of modern life for me. Pardon my coy tone, but I have grandparents and churchgoers amongst my readership, and don’t wish to offend. However, I also have a juvenile sense of humour and a love of pointing out the absurdity of modern life.

Warning – only click the next link if you are prepared for material of a sexual nature and are not offended by stories of stupid people.

Second Warning – don’t search for other stories of a similar nature unless you re prepared for some alarming photographs. Not all internet users are as subtle as I am.

A woman ordered an item from an “adult store” as I believe they are now called. It’s something people do these days, we even have adverts for such things on late night TV. She was, it appears, promised confidentiality  and discreet packaging. When it arrived, the packaging had a description of  the item on the label. She was, of course, embarrassed that the delivery man knew what was in her delivery.

And this being the 21st century, she decided, instead of sneaking away blushing, to go on social media, picture the offending package and tell thousands of people how embarrassed she was that the delivery man had seen the parcel label. Not the way I would have handled my embarrassment, but it takes all sorts.

And yes, it was difficult selecting photographs for this post.

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Roasted Ratatouille

I’ll carry on the burger post later. I thought I’d better do something that involves a photograph for the moment.

The photograph is Sausages with Roasted Ratatouille. It’s not quite the same as the recipe photograph that I had. My vegetables never seem to cook as attractively as the ones in recipe pictures. It also didn’t help that I forgot to buy peppers and couldn’t get the right sausages. And they said red onions but I could only get the small size in brown. That probably made a difference too.

Despite this it didn’t turn out too badly in the end, and with a bit of rearrangement three floppy mini peppers from the back of the salad drawer put up quite a decent show.

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Roasted Ratatouille

I was quite pleased with the way it worked out and it had a good flavour thanks to three cloves of wrinkly garlic (you could probably use ordinary garlic but I always leave mine hanging round for a few weeks to mature) and a couple of sprigs of rosemary from the garden.

As long as I can use my own rosemary I can pretend I’m a proper cook.

The other good thing about this dish is that I’m never in a hurry to eat vegetables so I remembered to take the photograph. I’m also not embarrassed about taking pictures of my food like I am when I’m in public. (See comments from beatingthebounds in the previous post about this.)