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Totes knobby behaviour. Sorry you’ve wasted time and emotional energy on it. I would suggest the afore mentioned fishy balls as nightsnacks but obviously they aren’t suited for a veggie. Cheesy balls anyone?
Falafels would be the nearest veggie substitute I can think of but only if you can get broad bean ones and not dry as duck chickpea ones!
 
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Falafels would be the nearest veggie substitute I can think of but only if you can get broad bean ones and not dry as duck chickpea ones!
As a Greggs aficionado (not as many here as Stockton though), they do fried cheesy balls. I wouldn’t know if they are nice because I only know of them from a instarunner’s thread but I hear they are.

Flafaflef are yummy. Particularly with beans and cheese. Easy to heat up. No cooking required 🙂.
 
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Totes knobby behaviour. Sorry you’ve wasted time and emotional energy on it. I would suggest the afore mentioned fishy balls as nightsnacks but obviously they aren’t suited for a veggie. Cheesy balls anyone?
I *think* cheesey balls are a medical condition, not a suitable night snack.
 
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I don't know if it's just me but I am sooooooooo utterly fed up with this election and this tit-for-brains political class. This latest betting scandal is so stupid but it's really made me furious. I mean, do these people really want to take every last opportunity to squeeze personal profit out of their role in government so much that they're taking out bets now? What are they stealing in broad daylight while we all obsess about £100 wagers down the bookies?

My threshold for bullshit has been well and truly trampled into the dirt. I am fucked off by the war-mongering, the blithe inattention to climate bleeping collapse, the money-money-money-power-money axis, the endless commissions into unbelievable scandals (Grenfell, Covid, Post Office on and on and on) that do not seem to deliver justice ever.

There are so many excellent people in this country that I encounter all over the place. In the true public services (health care, education, libraries, public transport etc), there is real integrity, passion for the work and care. All those volunteers stitching together a safety net for refugees and the poor and disabled. People running small businesses with heart and dedication. Why is there such a disconnect between the honest, hardworking, community-minded ordinary people who actually hold everything together and the larger elected political class? It drives me mad.

I know I'm generalising wildly and there are good politicians out there and crooks in every other sector of the population too. But...

I'm not a violent person but I am so angry sometimes that I don't know how to contain it. I'm becoming a Brenda from Bristol and I hate it in myself.

Cannot wait to boot the current lot out of office and see as many as possible out of Westminster. But don't have a huge amount of hope for the incoming lot either.
It's that weird feeling when two contradictory things are true at the same time, magnified about a thousand times by the weird couple of years we've just gone through. I started 2020 in a state of impotent fury because the best Labour leader we've had in my lifetime (IMO) had just lost an election because elements in his own party had campaigned against him, and it was being reported as a humiliating defeat despite winning a bigger share of the vote than his two predecessors. Then came Covid, and simultaneously we saw incredible bravery, kindness, courage and dedication (from the people who worked through the pandemic, from spontaneous local groups who cared for and protected vulnerable neighbours) and unbelievable cynicism and corrupt cronyism from almost all our politicians. And it feels almost impossible still to come to terms with all the grief, anger and despair of those years - certainly none of the politicians currently competing seems up to the job. I'm not sure whether Starmer believes in anything other than vindictively prosecuting teenagers; I believe that most people I know in real life are instinctively kind and helpful even if there is much we disagree on. And that's all before I even try to think about the big stuff outside our borders. I try to hold on to hope one day at a time: "the world is like a narrow bridge, the important thing is not to be afraid" - Rabbi Nachman,
 
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As a Greggs aficionado (not as many here as Stockton though), they do fried cheesy balls. I wouldn’t know if they are nice because I only know of them from a instarunner’s thread but I hear they are.

Flafaflef are yummy. Particularly with beans and cheese. Easy to heat up. No cooking required 🙂.
In 2017 Greggs offered a felafel and hummus salad lunch deal that was seriously up there with the best felafel I've ever had, sadly discontinued because of lack of demans, I still think about it at least once a week.
 
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As a Greggs aficionado (not as many here as Stockton though), they do fried cheesy balls. I wouldn’t know if they are nice because I only know of them from a instarunner’s thread but I hear they are.

Flafaflef are yummy. Particularly with beans and cheese. Easy to heat up. No cooking required 🙂.
I have never seen these!
 
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It's that weird feeling when two contradictory things are true at the same time, magnified about a thousand times by the weird couple of years we've just gone through. I started 2020 in a state of impotent fury because the best Labour leader we've had in my lifetime (IMO) had just lost an election because elements in his own party had campaigned against him, and it was being reported as a humiliating defeat despite winning a bigger share of the vote than his two predecessors. Then came Covid, and simultaneously we saw incredible bravery, kindness, courage and dedication (from the people who worked through the pandemic, from spontaneous local groups who cared for and protected vulnerable neighbours) and unbelievable cynicism and corrupt cronyism from almost all our politicians. And it feels almost impossible still to come to terms with all the grief, anger and despair of those years - certainly none of the politicians currently competing seems up to the job. I'm not sure whether Starmer believes in anything other than vindictively prosecuting teenagers; I believe that most people I know in real life are instinctively kind and helpful even if there is much we disagree on. And that's all before I even try to think about the big stuff outside our borders. I try to hold on to hope one day at a time: "the world is like a narrow bridge, the important thing is not to be afraid" - Rabbi Nachman,
Thank you @jordishaw, lovely. This is very wise and speaks true to me.

It is, indeed, hard to hold onto hope sometimes and being hopeful, experiencing joy and love is a radical act during dark times. I often give into despair and overwhelm instead.

But you're right -- one day at a time.

I like this piece of music, although I don't speak Hebrew (I assume?). It sounds a bit Old European klezmer-ish and I pick up the odd word here and there (Baruch is in there, right?). Thanks for sharing it.
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My neighbourhood in London has falafel from just about every country in the Levant -- spoiled for choice here -- and some wonderful breads and other delights to accompany them. I would love to have you all over for a big picnic in the park on this lovely summer evening and treat you to a proper spread.

ETA: I've taken some deep breaths and decided to perform a mitzvah. It's World Refugee Day today and there is a hotel full of refugees directly across the road from my flat. I sometimes get chatting with people there but they move on quite often. There's a little kid who likes to wave at my dog from the window and I've spoken a bit with his mum. I'm going to take a little bag of treats over to them tomorrow -- they're a nice family.

It will do my soul some good and I am going to stop raging at the things I can't influence while I soak up some neighbourliness.

Big love to you.
 
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I used to like the chicken mango sandwich. I don’t really go in Greggs these days. No lemon doughnut 😢
In 2017 Greggs offered a felafel and hummus salad lunch deal that was seriously up there with the best felafel I've ever had, sadly discontinued because of lack of demans, I still think about it at least once a week.
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Mr Laz is home from work now and i was telling him about it - he rightly pointed out that the questions i had difficulty answering were so specific, they could most likely only be answered by someone in that team and asked: if they want to appoint someone who's probably already in post, why advertise it externally (ie, across the civil service and to non-civil servants too). he said they wasted my time.
i'm still more gutted for the people that would have spent a considerable amount of time coming up with a presentation which now won't be scored because someone forgot to ask me to prepare one.
Been there. I was the token English person in my case. They literally were forced at that time to interview someone English and not Welsh. I’d worked there before, my Welsh not great but I could cope. Firstly it was in a basement and the HR person was *really* jumpy taking me in. First question was about organisation, obviously not an issue but was for interviewer, then they asked why I did the GCSEs I did and why I failed - it was for a professional post (had those qualifications) decades after sitting them so had no idea, really argumentative the whole question, HR person told them to move on in steel tones. So they gave me an A4 piece of paper to translate from Welsh to English - no paragraphs I couldn’t read it never mind translate then got roasted for my nerve to apply. The best bits were - being questioned about why I never had coffee with them (HR pointed out irrelevance and he didn’t work there then) and my inability to socialise and blend because I’d missed every social (HR pointed out I’d gone to and won the previous nights darts match (years after leaving) which he argued about despite having admitted he wasn’t there but had proof).

I asked when I’d hear (HR tried and failed to hide their smirk) and left. HR person was so embarrassed.

I didn’t get it - shocking right?! But I did have the satisfaction of knowing he got roasted for how he treated me by senior staff who found out about it as he couldn’t keep his mouth shut and was so proud of how he “dealt with” the token English.

The job went to the person who was already in post so everyone’s time was wasted, they just didn’t have the added discrimination!
 
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Thank you @jordishaw, lovely. This is very wise and speaks true to me.

It is, indeed, hard to hold onto hope sometimes and being hopeful, experiencing joy and love is a radical act during dark times. I often give into despair and overwhelm instead.

But you're right -- one day at a time.

I like this piece of music, although I don't speak Hebrew (I assume?). It sounds a bit Old European klezmer-ish and I pick up the odd word here and there (Baruch is in there, right?). Thanks for sharing it.
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My neighbourhood in London has falafel from just about every country in the Levant -- spoiled for choice here -- and some wonderful breads and other delights to accompany them. I would love to have you all over for a big picnic in the park on this lovely summer evening and treat you to a proper spread.
We’d all come with our favourite tunes and cheer you up ❤.
 
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We’d all come with our favourite tunes and cheer you up ❤.
OMG, yes!

Although it would have to be on bluetooth, not strumming guitars, please. Guitars at a picnic are far too reminiscent of Catholic student movement gatherings and NGO bring-and-share Christmas lunches. Can't be doing Kumbaya at my advanced level of cynicism.
 
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Didn't get the job. Am absolutely devastated and have cried quite a lot this afternoon. Waah waah.

Have pizza and Ben and Jerry's to console myself.
 
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Oh no! I’m so sorry. If it’s any consolation I’ll be in the same boat as you in a few days.
gutted for you xxxx
 
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OMG, yes!

Although it would have to be on bluetooth, not strumming guitars, please. Guitars at a picnic are far too reminiscent of Catholic student movement gatherings and NGO bring-and-share Christmas lunches. Can't be doing Kumbaya at my advanced level of cynicism.
I'm very much on Jim's side.
 
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Oh, it’s a crappy F&D day isn’t it? Bad interviews, bad interview outcomes and just really bad moods making people feel crap.

Definitely think pandas are the solution here.
 
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Say someone hypothetically had £35 Deliveroo credit and wanted an evening meal for one delivered to a hotel in Newcastle, does anyone have a suggestion? It's not for tonight, so don't feel put on the spot.

Edit: Tunnelly you are so right. Something in the air is sour today and no-one deserves it.
 
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Say someone hypothetically had £35 Deliveroo credit and wanted an evening meal for one delivered to a hotel in Newcastle, does anyone have a suggestion? It's not for tonight, so don't feel put on the spot.
Not House of Tides then 😂😂😂.
 
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I really don't understand giant pandas. All the attributes of a carnivorous bear that can survive with veg. Then went nah just bamboo. Act like fooling around dicks but live on their own . Evolution be cray .
 
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