Wednesday 25 January 2017

Tisn't the season.

We're sufficiently far into 2017 now that if anyone wishes you a "Happy New Year" it feels a bit weird. It seems like forever since the Christmas decorations came down, let alone since the big day itself. The stinker of a year that was 2016 finally came to an end, but enough has already happened in 2017 to suggest this year isn't going to be much better. So while the year may no longer be new, I hope it's not too late to hark back and tell you about some of the things I got up to over Christmas. Well, it is too late, but I'm going to anyway.

Umm...maybe not.
Those of you who have followed this blog for a while may recall that two years ago I prepared a Christmas dinner sourced almost entirely from tinned foods, from the turkey down to the cranberry sauce, with even the sprouts being dredged up from the murky waters of their own metal tomb (can you tell I wasn't a fan of those?) One thing I couldn't find in a tin, however, was parsnips, so regrettably I had to make do without those. If Christmas dinner was a party, they perhaps wouldn't be the life and soul of it, but I rather missed their company nonetheless.

Some time later, I did come across a tin that described itself as a "Three Bird Festive Feast with all the trimmings" - turkey, goose, duck, parsnips, carrots, cranberries and all manner of interesting sounding herbs. It sounded pretty good - but sadly, it was a tin of rather posh dog food. I read an article recently that said all dog food is, technically, fit for human consumption, but I think there are enough other tins in the world to try before I go down that route.


Friday 6 January 2017

A jarring experience

Overheard on a packed tube carriage on New Year's Eve:

Mother (with young child): We're like sardines in here!
Child: What does that mean, Mummy?
Mother: Well, y'know, all crammed in. Like fish...in a jar.

I couldn't believe my ears. A jar? Sardines in a jar? What on earth was she talking about? Where was this nonsense coming from? What was she teaching her child?! While admittedly it is possible to buy various types of preserved fish in jars, surely sardines are universally known as being one of the most common tinned foodstuffs. The entire reason that "crammed in like sardines" has become a phrase frequently used to describe packed commuter trains (made of METAL) is because of the fact that they come so tightly packed IN TINS. How could anyone ever hear "sardines" and think "jar"?! But maybe this poor child would do so from now on, having been told a skewed meaning of the phrase by his mother.