As explained in a previous post, Saturday is my eating out day. I thought I would try the garden centre again and see if I could avoid falling. I have to admit to being nervous but it crossed my mind that I mustn’t give in. Guess what.... I did NOT fall! In celebratory mood I treated myself to an omelette made with three eggs, bacon and mushrooms, chips and salad. I ate the lot although I struggled towards the end.
Eggs are supposed to be good for us but these days I don’t eat many. It was okay when Joe was with me, then I could buy a box of six and they would get eaten. Now I’m on my own I don’t eat so many. Since we can’t buy less than six I end up throwing half of them away. It’s the sell-by date that does it. I always check the date when I purchase something, a silly habit thrust upon us by governments. Let me ask what you do! See, if I buy six eggs I can’t eat more than two a week so four of them enter a period when they could go off. I wouldn’t want to eat them then, would I? Then there’s the cost to consider, paying for two and chucking four away is like throwing money down the drain. Wouldn’t it be great if we could go back to the days of purchasing loose eggs? And why can’t we? Because they have to be packaged to cope with transportation and as yet no-one has designed a two-egg box.
Another grouse is about the latest introduction of egg boxes that hold 12 or more eggs but not large ones. Oh no, medium is all you get. Well, I won’t have any, thank you very much. It’s large or nothing!
This week I’m going out with friend, Judy, so I might partake of something more exotic than an omelette.
The restaurant Judy and I decided to go to was a real let down. There was a notice on the door to say there was trouble
at mill with the kitchen ovens so
lunch would not be served until three o’clock. We couldn’t wait that long so
went off to find somewhere else, deciding in the last minute to go to one once
frequented. That was another mistake. The place had changed hands and I promise
you those new hands were useless. The food was just about edible and the
service non-existent. What a let-down. Maybe next time she should come to me
and we can go to the garden centre. Might as well have two lame ducks searching
for food ... lame being a fairly good description of our state of physical
health! I’m definitely going there next weekend to make sure the high standard
is maintained before inviting her to join me.