I wonder if they put the label somewhere else, say over the name and brand, we wouldn't get people on here complaining "I can read the cooking instructions but I have no fucking idea what it is in this can...."
do people actually forget that stupid shit happens back home....
Papa was a rodeo - Mama was a rock'n'roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Ah, that's as maybe. I like to live a little dangerously every now and again. Some get their kicks from bungee jumping - I can do a 7-11 pork burger. Horses for courses.
And all that nutritional information guff, well, I've never had much time for any of that nonsense. I can't abide these finicky folk, picking away at their food with their 'intolerances' and their 'allergies' and whatever else daytime TV has diagnosed 'em with. Soft buggers. Not when there's folk starving in the world. Eat the bloody thing - and be bloody grateful you've got food in your belly. There's plenty haven't. Think on.
As for reading the labels in Thai script. ..okay, but I'd have to understand what the Thai word meant. Otherwise it's just a word that I can say. I've only recently discovered that cilantro is coriander. I'd be knackered with an E number in Thai.
"Take this, brother; may it serve you well."
When you tell a gas station attendant to fill up your bike tank and the counter gets to 80 Baht, the tank is almost full, but they keep eking out a few more drops till it it gets to 83 Baht. Then you end up with more coins to throw into the jar on top of the fridge and petrol slopped all over the maps under the seat.
I'm dead. Bye.
There's not enough muck eating going on with kids these days, that's what I say (he said, warming to his theme and being gradually taken over by the wandering demon of a dead northern Englishwoman). It's all clean surfaces this - and 'best before' dates that. There's perfectly good food being thrown out every day 'cos of a bit of mould. I ask you! Just cut the bluey-green stuff off if it bothers that much. It'll fry.
A bath a week. That's more than sufficient. Cleanliness leads to weakness. Dirt protects.
Get some germs. The more the merrier.
A cough, a sneeze - a common bloody cold! - and back comes the present incumbent with a bag of antibiotics. Thing is - if she went to the doctor and he said 'stay in bed and take liquids' she'd be up in arms. She has to have a bag of pills otherwise she's not ill.
I've got a first aid cabinet in the house. It's for things like Band-Aids and the like - kitchen accidents, burns, scalds - and I open it up to find rows and rows of bloody antibiotics all left over from when she had a headache or the wind changed.
I chuck 'em down the bog. No messing. In the bog they go and a swift push of the handle. The rats can have 'em.
i've got a mystery illness right now. i suspect it's thrush--a yeast bloom resulting from a course of antibiotics to vanquish a sinus infection. haven't been to the doc's yet, though. it could be Instant Exploding Sudden Slow Death Syndrome, for which the only known cure is a 6-months course of Cipro... then, of course you explode after finishing the Cipro, but you get an extra 6 months...
Thrush is a woman's ailment, hence my comment. Where on your physique would you get thrush of all things? Try Canesten cream and yoghurt.