What was there on the front page this morning? Regurgitated crape du jour. More fear-mongering by the Food Police. So put down that nice piece of toast. Yes, you with the toast. It's too brown. No, I can still see it under those baked beans. You can't hide it. It should be a gentle golden colour if you don't want to get cancer. But you like acrylamide, do you? I expect you like it in your roast potatoes as well? Don't we all? What use is a gently golden roast tattie to man or beast? For some of us, non-Domestic goddesses, our offerings from the cuisine would be dramatically reduced, if we did not include a soupçon of acrylamide now and again.
This is a recurring warning which seems to be dusted off every few years. As if we could ever be complacent, what with contrary messages hitting us weekly between the eyes or whacking us across the behind. I feel as if life is becoming a loop.
The news over the weekend was certainly stuck in a loop as we visited, then re-visited every aspect of the Presidential inauguration. What a surreality show it was. Far more concerning than the colour of my toast.
 |
| Browned off? Eat too much toast and you will be Brown Bread.. |
No comments:
Post a Comment