Well, if it was a New Zealand documentary, . . . ;)
Actually, the origin of the programme wasn’t the problem. But the title of it Havoc and Newsboy’s Sell Out Tour - The Victory Lap did put the whole thing in to question. You can never be sure if they are serious or just pulling the audience’s leg[s]. However, last night I posted a link to the website mentioned in regard to a Celtic New Zealand. You’ll find it at the bottom of page 4 of this thread.
Linnet---I work in a supermarket. I get awfully tempted. Luckily I don’t have to walk past the freezer when I go from the staffroom to the bakery, though the bakery food is very very nice. (Church Corner Countdown on a Sunday afternoon/evening/night. Marking down the muffins is a hungry hungry job.)
Havoc and Newsboy! Great for light entertainment but no, I couldn’t be sure of the reliability. We got to watch a thing by them about applying for student loans.
They’ve only just recently started pasteurizing cider here in Maryland, and I’m sad, too. They are selling hard cider in some liquor stores.
Back about 1978 or 1979 I got some cider at a bring-your-own-jug stand, getting a gallon of the good stuff in a glass gallon wine bottle. I capped it tight to keep in the carbonation and let it set. One afternoon my wife was downstairs and hear the sound of breaking glass. Thinking that someone had broken the kitchen window, she ran upstairs to find that the jug had exploded. Glass and cider everywhere, even draining down a heat duct and stainining the basement ceiling. Note to self: don’t use glass anymore. Sigh. Not much better than cold, hard cider, unless it’s hot spiced cider or a hot toddy. Hmm . . . I could use a nightcap . . .
Mmm, yummy. I used to love the cider my mom would buy in the 70s; when it was "turning" it had a SO good flavor…
I don’t care for the hard cider sold in the liquor stores; it tastes thin to me. But I do mull ‘fresh’ cider (can’t find it unpasteurized) with spices on the stove. Does anyone have any suggestions at what liquorish addition might turn this warm beverage into a doubly warming one? :)
(Church Corner Countdown on a Sunday afternoon/evening/night. Marking down the muffins is a hungry hungry job.)
I have been known to patronise that supermarket, often on the way to or from Uni.
Havoc and Newsboy! Great for light entertainment but no, I couldn’t be sure of the reliability. We got to watch a thing by them about applying for student loans.
I didn’t see that programme, but even someone with a PhD would have difficulty completing the application process and getting their student loan on time; persons of the calibre of Havoc and Newsboy don’t stand a chance. I think that the people who process the applications have competitions to see who can stuff up the most applications in the shortest time.
BTW; should I assume that you are a student too? I think our world is getting even smaller… :o
Very much smaller. I’m not officially a student this year, but I’m very much known to inhabit the Smoker’s Cafe, the Foundry or the Lower Common Room (yes, with the KAOS guys.) I’m enrolling for next year so I’ll be spending even *more* time on campus, and in fact on that side of town---my house is about 40 minutes away from work/uni on the Orbiter route.
There’s a program [that’s programme to several of ye abidin’ here] that runs on the weekends here on one of the Public Radio stations called "The Splendid Table". A few weeks ago the host just burst into this euphoric rambling about the wonderful qualities of chocolate… It would have made you proud, Grant! hehe
Anyway, you might be interested to know, according to her, the reason chocolate gives such a unique sensation as it melts in your mouth is because it has three different types of fat in it, each with its own melting point… So the result is this luscious, creamy, satiny texture that no other food on the planet can reproduce.
[Note: I did my best, as a man, to recreate the emotional high she reached as she described it… LOL]
Apparently chocolate contains 31 of the 32 endorphins required for an orgasm.
I suppose it might, but endorphins are peptide molecules, and are therefore broken down by digestive processes before being absorbed by the body. So they have no effect when taken orally.
Or are you an intravenous chocolate abuser, kalasin?
I’m truly flabbergasted! :o Life is too short to share chocolate! (He who dies with the most chocolate wins!)
Die with chocolate? ?!? And leave any behind? ??? What an absolutely horrible thought! I’d better have a Special Dark to calm my nerves. If my wife heard that, she’d likely have a fit.
I mean, really...
I would like to offer a word for your consideration, however. Perhaps swoon would be appropriate (or nearly so).
There is of course the consideration that the more chocolate you eat, the sooner you die. Is it the opinion of the panel that more kudos is to be had from pacing oneself throughout a long life, or consuming massively and collapsing, full of fat and glory, into an early grave?
Is it the opinion of the panel that more kudos is to be had from pacing oneself throughout a long life, or consuming massively and collapsing, full of fat and glory, into an early grave?
This panel member’s vote is for the latter. Imagine the terrible disappointment as the express train strikes and you realise that your life’s work is incomplete.
Is it the opinion of the panel that more kudos is to be had from pacing oneself throughout a long life, or consuming massively and collapsing, full of fat and glory, into an early grave?
An elderly couple dies and after passing muster at the Pearly Gates, is gained admittance to heaven. Soon after, they see a splendidly arrayed table, a cornucopia of gourmandery laden with all the proscribed foods of earth: salty anchovies, pickles and nuts; fatty roasts, fried potatoes and thick gravies; desserts piled high with whipped cream, spun sugar and chocolate. To wash it all down, beer, wine, and harder stuff. And nary a fresh vegetable or fruit in sight.
The husband turns to his wife and says: "Had we eaten the way I wanted to, we could have got here ten years earlier!"
Luckily I don’t have to walk past the freezer when I go from the staffroom to the bakery, though the bakery food is very very nice. (Church Corner Countdown on a Sunday afternoon/evening/night. Marking down the muffins is a hungry hungry job.)
