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Phubbing = Phone Snubbing

Phubbing = Phone Snubbing

I just hate it!

I just learned the word today, in the last half hour in fact.

I have been the victim of phubbing, yes, I have been phubbed by my own daughter in a restaurant in fact. I pointed out the error of her ways and she sheepishly put her phone away to enjoy the meal.

The epitome of ignorance, I will not tolerate it.

Imagine this scene…

"You may now phub the bride!"

“You may now phub the bride!”

Have you ever been phubbed?

Blackcurrant Liqueur

Blackcurrant Liqueur

Yesterday was hot and sunny, wonderful day for a BBQ. Not a lot of BBQ meat, but I put out pickled beetroot and onions. Brazilians don’t know about pickled beetroot, and it proved more popular than the meat. There was also a carpaccio salad with asparagus, olives and capers oozing with extra virgin olive oil. We followed that with a liqueur tasting.

Most Brazilians don’t know about liqueurs; really in some ways Brazilians are quite unrefined. I put out Cassis (black currants), Cacão (cocoa), Frangelico and Malibu, and made a couple of simple cocktails with grated dark chocolate. They were amazed; I felt like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat.

So it was a fun afternoon, the sun went down, Flamengo won their game 3-0, the wind began to blow in the darkness and we all teetered off home; some wobblier than others.

If we hadn’t departed for our various abodes, it may well have become a case of “The drunker I sit here, the longer I get…”

I was in bed at 8:45… that’s why I didn’t get round to posting here yesterday. I just wanted “lights out”.

I wait forlornly for my new stove to arrive; it was suggested Monday or Tuesday, I fear Tuesday will be closer to the mark. Which is going to interfere with my payday arrangements, something always goes awry.

Today is cooler, overcast, a little drizzle, but just looking out the window there are darker, more ominous clouds in the distance. As long as they stay in the distance until after 4pm when I will be safely in class.

That’s it.

This is not the 9 o’clock news…


Stoned Goats

Of course not, they were coffee berries

Of course not, they were coffee berries

Yes, we owe it all to stoned goats.

I can just imagine you all thinking, “WTF is he rambling on about today?”

I love being enigmatic.

If it wasn’t for an Ethiopian farmer  way back in the 9th Century noticing that his goats got stoned after eating a certain berry, we may never had had coffee.

Imagine that, a world without coffee? Que horror!

The origins of coffee are actually a little mixed, some say Ethiopia, some say Kenya, and some Sudan, but it is known that the coffee we drink today is genetically the same as that found in Ethiopia. The Arabs of Yemen got hold of it and it was called qahhwat al-bun (wine of the bean); how appropriate?

Who said that a meal without ‘wine’ is called breakfast? Just goes to show, that he knew bugger all about coffee.

Wikipedia has several accounts as to the origins of coffee, but this was the first one I knew, so I stick to it.

Having tickled your collective fancy with more useless trivia… I’ll move right along.

Stainless steel beauty, but mine has a window in the door

Stainless steel beauty, but mine has a window in the door

I bought my stove.

The model I originally went to look at wasn’t available in the shop, only on the internet, so I went to another shop.

It will be delivered Monday or Tuesday.

I got a few other things while I was in town. It doesn’t seem like true therapy if one returns home with just a receipt. I had to make it seem like real therapy.

I got some woolly type tracksuit pants for this cold weather, and I got a T-shirt from my football (soccer) team Flamengo. I have been in Brazil and thereabouts for 21 years, and I finally got round to buying a T-shirt… Talk about procrastination.

Today was actually hot and sunny. I went to the supermarket for some more therapy. Amongst my prizes was a bottle of Frangelico liqueur. I love liqueurs.

Tomorrow is also forecast to be hot and sunny. I may just have to resort to a BBQ in the shade of the trees in front of the house.

I’ll not dally any longer, or this will become tomorrow’s post.

Later… ah tomorrow.


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