Fanta-Stic

The old stuff was good

With the move these days towards food additives and poisons like HFCS, sodas have become one of the denizens of modern living and obesity. I cannot name any soda today that is what they used to be.

One of my past favourites was Fanta, but today I wouldn’t touch it with a barge pole.

I have said before that I don’t allow soda in the house, but have instead turned to sparkling mineral water, or tap water.

But I have a favourite drink; homemade fanta. It’s Fanta-Stic.

Freshly squeezed orange juice (two or three oranges), with sparkling mineral water and half a dozen ice cubes. I dilute it 5:1, but you may prefer 2 0r 3:1. If you want to give your kids a healthy alternative to commercial soda, try this one. I have just drunk a litre (almost a quart).

Blogged today, went to town, did some shopping, had far too much at a restaurant, and returned home for a well deserved nap. Highlight of the day, I bought a new trash can for the kitchen, doesn’t that turn your nobs?

If only kids could be as happy with something so simple.

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I have been feeling much better, slowly over the last week since the wamblecroft has departed. I am pleased to report that my bowel movements roughly equal the intake of food as they used to. It was worrying at first, more was going in than departing and I couldn’t figure out where it was going. I mean, it had to go somewhere, didn’t it?

Now I guess you’re wondering… WTF is wamblecroft? Old English term for indigestion, think collywobbles, although collywobbles more refers to fear, fear of being wamblecroft.

Yesterday, one of the things I did at beer o’clock was to wander along to the botequim for a beer. Surprisingly between the opening of the bottle and supping the last drop the weather had gone from sunny to rain. Yes, that quickly. It was sunny when I sat down, and then it began to blow, then cloud over, then spots of rain.

In fact it has just done the same now. Before I started this post it was sunny. I wandered outside and pondered the idea of going for a beer. But feelings of guilt ruled and I thought it better to write my final post of the day, now there is rain dripping off the garage roof. This is fairly typical of Rio de Janeiro in November; the summer rains in the late afternoon.

I see the French still don’t get it, they’re going to fine the clients of the prostitutes rather than the prostitutes. I doesn’t matter who they fine, prostitution will be alive and well until they ban marriage; as long as we have marriage, we’ll have prostitution. Doesn’t anybody think any more? It’s obvious that politicians don’t!

Britain has the same myopic view over khat. Khat – Catha edulis is a plant eaten/chewed principally by Yemenis and Somalis. It is addictive and mildly narcotic.

Most of Europe have banned the stuff, and now Britain is looking at making it a Class-C drug.

Haven’t the stupid bastards learned anything from making cannabis illegal. More than eighty years, and there is more cannabis being smoked than ever. By classifying khat as a drug, they’ll only exacerbate the use. Talk about screwing things up…

Another ranty post. Yesterday a comment congratulated me on my ranty posts. Thank you.

Later.