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When in Doubt

Eat a banana.


Mamão formosa

My potassium levels must be way up. A friend dropped by on Tuesday and gave me a bag with two types of banana; one for eating, the other for slushies. Oh, that’s where the mamão (papaya) came from too.

It was good, because after yesterday’s dentist visit, I wasn’t even allowed to chew my beer. And that was the advice from my dentist; he’s a good guy. So, having soft fruit on hand meant a mushy food day.

Some of the seeds have already been planted.

It’s hot out there, we’ve been promised 38ºC (100ºF). It would be a good beer day, in fact about lunchtime, I may well just do that. By 5:30 class I shouldn’t reek of beer. You have to live dangerously.

Great tweet today:

Oh, and another:

I see that Bieber urchin is in the news again, this time in Canada for assaulting a limousine driver. Honestly, that kid needs some time-out, preferably in chains and kept away from microphones. Idiot child.

Two hours later…

Oh, sorry about that. I was looking for something on Google, and went off on my tangent, got lost, had a nap; now I have coffee and just for good measure, I had another banana.

It’s too hot to even think about cooking anything for lunch. Mind you it would be a lot easier if I had something in the fridge to cook. I do, but it’s all in the freezer.

starbucks-coffeeI just ditched the coffee, to hot to drink coffee, besides it was horrid, stewed leftovers from this morning; it almost qualifies for worse than Starbucks.

Instead, I had a healthy cooling refreshing slug on the bottle of iced water from the freezer.

Actually, I don’t know what Starbucks tastes like, and I never will. It’s not that I have never seen a Starbucks in Rio de Janeiro, rather it’s that I hate anything franchised.


Franchises are the bane of the civilised world. Give me the old Mom & Pop corner store any day.

During my search I found this. It’s a bit small to read easily, but I love it.


Having said that, I’m off to make another mamão slushie.


Oh, remember that urge I had two days ago? I am pleased to report that it hasn’t returned.

I think I was bitch slapped

Yes, I think I was…

Left a horrid taste in my mouth, rather like one would imagine a peanut butter smoothie.

In fact, that’s what started it. A peanut butter smoothie.

This is not the offending image, and I apologise to the owner for dragging him into the fray, but I needed an image that was, shall we say, ‘impartial.’

The ‘slapper’ definitely has NFSH (No Freakin’ Sense of Humour, military acronym, used to describe warrant officers – master sergeants to you Americans).

It all started when I saw a tweet. about a peanut butter smoothie. Now being a chef, peanut butter does not belong in the kitchen; it belongs in school lunch tins and maybe on toast in the morning. I cannot see that anything that sticks to the roof of ones mouth has a place in cuisine.

I commented, in what I thought to be a tongue-in-cheek manner, that the idea seemed horrid.

I was expecting a reply along the lines of, “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it!”

But, I got something quite different. I then checked the blog and saw an imagine akin to what I had imagined and reaffirmed my thought.

It was the other way round, but this image was soooo cute

That was when I got bitch slapped. “no one asked you to drink it….. and do you always make a habit of sending mildly rude tweets?” I never make ‘mildly’ rude comments, it had all been taken out of context. In a later comment, I was accused of saying that ‘the post’ was horrid; I never said any such thing, my comment was reserved to my perceived taste of the smoothie. Maybe the misunderstanding was that we were speaking two different languages, one in English and the other in American.

I have a sense of humour, it has stood me in good stead for 60 years and never been so sadly misinterpreted before.

Anyway, I apologised and suggested we take it no further; and guess what? The ‘slapper’ unfollowed me, how freakin’ petty minded can you get? <—– rhetorical question.

I still have a bad taste in my mouth about the affair, and I never even got to try the smoothie.

Bitch slapping bruises the ego.

I have, in my eight years blogging, had only one person stop following one of my blogs, but that was because of a difference in ideologies. I believed that the USA was on track to becoming a Spanish speaking third world country, he being an American was still immersed in the American Dream.

Apart from that my relations on the net have been amiable, so I am wounded.

Hence, there was no Travel Tales yesterday, because that all happened right at the moment I was going to organise the post and it all put me out of sorts.

BTW, I have changed my idea about the future of America, George Orwell was right after all.

Having got that off my chest, I will return to blogging normally and my coffee.

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