musings from mgb

As part of my previously mentioned lifestyle readjustment food plan, I have acquired a fridge freezer for the storage of fruit and vegetables and dinners. And we have been living in the apartment for 18 months now with only a tiny fridge between 3 of us, which is crap considering all the beer we like to have around the place. So its about time. Anyway its a Bosch thingy Here is a picture

From today’s Irish Times

It is expected to call for an improvement in the constitutional rights of the child by stating that all children, irrespective of birth, gender, race or religion, are equal before the law

This not even two years after we explicitly modified the constitution to say that not all children are equal by birth. (I voted no )

Notwithstanding any other provision of this Constitution, a person born in the island of Ireland, which includes its islands and seas, who does not have, at the time of the birth of that person, at least one parent who is an Irish citizen or entitled to be an Irish citizen is not entitled to Irish citizenship or nationality, unless provided for by law.

I know the two are probably not quite contradictary, in a strict legal sense; but its still idiocy. We are going to protect everyones rights regardless of whether they were born here or not, except the right to be a citizen for some of the ones who were born here.

For reasons I shall go into anon, I am currently on a diet (lifestyle readjustment food plan). Not a very extreme diet, just the usual no dairy, no “bad fats”, no anything that tastes good diet. In other words, if you cooked it yourself and you didn’t fry it or use anything eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeevil like butter or eggs or smoked fish or worcestershire sauce then you can eat it. So its home cookin’ without the trimmings for me for a few months. One of the plus points is once things get back to “normal” I can keep up the home cookin’; this time with all the trimmings and all the benefits…

By never eating commercial hamburgers I can have brilliantly marbled beef at least once a month. By not buying ‘fried chicken’ I can have duck or goose confit whenever I fancy. By giving up gas-flushed mayonnaise-stuffed sandwiches I can fry my omelette in Echire butter. Losing the triple-whipped mochaccino gives me milk in my coffee and even leaves some spare for a slice of cheese with dinner.

By learning to fry properly and not allowing a mutant sebhorreic youth on minimum wage to abuse my dinner I can wolf enough fried goods to make myself heartily sick and still live longer than he will.