Shopping never fails to amaze me. Not that I do it very often, and try my best to palm off that tedious task onto Partner. Even doing the washing up or mopping the floors is a worthwhile trade.
As my dear readers know, I am vegetarian. Most of my readers are not. I say, most, because I can think of two self-confessed vegetarians who comment on here.
But the majority of you are not. Which is probably a reasonable representation of society.
So what surprises me, is the way the vegetarian shelves in the supermarket empty faster than any others. The organic veg also disappear as soon as they are stocked up.
Either there are one hell of a lot of vegetarians in Gibraltar and Andalucía, or sneaky carnivores are stealing our food.
Cauldron sausages (tofu-based), are the worst, ie they are no sooner on the shelf than they are gone. Pesky Morrisons has not stocked them for months. What they do have is some vile
rubber Quorn ones, which naturally everyone leaves. In the absence of the Cauldron ones, everybody then makes do with the Linda McCartney ones. Needless to state those then disappear.
The latest in the list of disappearing foods is Kallo organic, low salt, vegetarian stock cubes.
Would you buy those? Of course not. You would buy Knorr chicken stock cubes, or Oxo, or something tasty.
However, I have this on good third-hand authority that these are the most popular stock cubes in Morrisons. I joke not.
Approaching the desirable stock cube shelf, my partner found it depleted. Luckily there was a member of staff doing stock (cube) control or whatever they do.
He asked about the lack of organic, low salt, vegetarian stock cubes. They were coming in on Saturday, as she had already ordered them. She then proceeded to tell him that they were always the ones that went the fastest. I know that. Pretty obvious from the fact that when you go to buy some, the shelf is empty. Why don’t they just buy more? Hardly takes Einstein to work that one out.
I have to confess, we do buy three packs at a time. Not only do I use them in cooking, but the dog gets them with his biscuits. In spite of all the veterinarian and nutritional advice in the world about feeding dogs dry food, mine gets his biscuits with stock cube gravy. After all, Pedigree Chum and Pal and every other tinned dog food are mostly water, so where’s the difference?
We don’t empty the shelf though. So who are these mysterious people who also buy my favourite stock cubes?
Only the other day, the stockist cubist spotted my partner. This is not difficult at the moment, as owing to non-stop rain, he is currently disguised as an orange condom wearing extremely bright rubber waterproofs.
She apologised about the stock cubes, and apparently, they weren’t coming in on Saturday (today). The manufacturer was out of stock!! Either they were changing the packet, or the ingredients (again), or something.
I must get myself down to Holland and Barratt, a shop I dislike intensely I might add, (it’s newish in Gib), but I did notice they had some of the elusive stock cubes. Before I know it, everyone will have cleaned out their supply too.
So please people, if you are not vegetarian, don’t follow a low-salt diet, don’t read product labels and check out ingredients, or don’t eat organic food – leave my stock cubes alone.
Go and buy some nice salty beefy or chickeny ones full of junk, sugar, E numbers and all the rest of it.
But those Kallo cubes have my name on them.
PS And totally off topic.
1) I noticed WP Daily Post had an informative Kindergarten post telling us all how to comment on each other’s blogs. Read the post and the preceding comments (well that’s fine until someone has 357 comments on their blog), write something valuable, if you are going to write an essay – link to a post on your own blog etc etc. I think I have said all that and more, and probably more than once too. Naturally, I showed considerable restraint and did not comment. Although maybe I should – and link to my blog. 🙂
2) A subsequent post on the DP was about a freshly pressed post written by someone who had been raped. I did comment on that. Not specifically about the post, but I did take exception to the DP writer’s comment describing other bloggers as
venturing into partisan politics or soapbox screed as lesser authors might
I don’t think you need to be raped to write about it. Just as you don’t need to suffer violence, discrimination, or any type of abuse, to consider it wrong and want to write about it to try and change opinions. We can all write personal experience posts. But there is also a need for an analytical and objective discussion too. To describe someone as a lesser author, or deriding them as someone who writes ‘soapbox screed’ is insulting. Do I need to be starving in Africa to write about it? Or living in a war-torn state like Palestine or Afghanistan to say this is not a good thing? I may write about controversial topics from time to time, and my style has been described as passionate. That doesn’t mean there hasn’t been a lot of thought and research carried out before I have published a post.
If you haven’t read the post about being raped in Rome, it is an interesting read. And, just as interestingly, it received very few comments on the DP blog post although the comments on the actual post are over the three hundred mark (qv my above comment above, who can be bothered to read through all those).
Ironically, I too went on a night trip in Rome with an Italian to see the city at night from the hills. It was with someone I had met earlier that year on a French working holiday. He was a nice lad, called Giancarlo. And – nothing happened to us. I did wonder, on reading the rape post, how many people would have read it and come out with the same old line of ‘she was asking for it by jumping on the back of a motorbike with an Italian man she had just met.’ But I didn’t notice any of that. Either I didn’t read far enough down the comments, people are more empathetic, or those sort of people don’t comment on posts like that.
It was the first thought that, came to my mind though. I may well be a radical feminist, but the fact is, men rape women. And until they stop doing that, it is not a good idea to go gadding off in the night with someone you have just met. To be clear, I don’t think anyone asks to be raped. Just, don’t jump on a bike with someone you don’t know from Adam.
The real world and the ideal world don’t co-exist.