Thursday, February 25, 2010

Passionate

Last night as I pushed my trolley round Asda (here pronounced, with the bizarre Bristol terminal ‘L’, as ‘Asdal’), keeping one eye on the steering and the other on my shopping list...



...the following announcement sounded over the tannoy: “Passionate about service; would all till-trained staff come to the check-out please. Passionate about service; would all till-trained staff come to the check-out please.”

Fortunately I was able to face this with equanimity, since I have recently attained a high level of Zen wisdom.

26 comments:

worm said...

In my home town of Bodmin, the local Asda is pronouced 'Asders'

Gaw said...

I think they should go back to Associated Dairies. Much more homely. Also milkmen and passion sit together more comfortably.

Word verification: nonstrop - a blogger's prevalent mode of existence.

Gaw said...

Not to mention milkmaids. The very word is suggestive.

Sophie King said...

The staff in my local Asda are relentlessly cheerful so the brainwashing is clearly working.

On another note: turnips. Are they, or are they not, to be placed alongside marrows in the category of 'least edible vegetable ever'? Discuss.

Brit said...

Oh I don't know, Sophie - when chopped up, roasted in olive oil and garlic and well-seasoned the humble turnip is almost, but not quite, edible.

As for marrows, yes, courgettes are bad enough but a marrow is like a mega-courgette.

I know it's a cliche but I still think sprouts take the prize. I eat the customary singleton a year to prevent Christmas dinner from being too perfect, but I resent even that one.

No Good Boyo said...

We've had a Co-Op in Dolgellau for a decade. People still call it the Old Tannery Pit. Perhaps they are wise.

malty said...

Listen Sophie, if turnip is good enough for sheep it's good enough for us.
Y'all shop at Wal-Mart, how, well, plebish.
In the Greensboro Wal-Mart y'all can buy your ammo, stacked next to the vegies.

Brit, when Mrs Brit sends you shopping she must be more specific than 'fine wines', eg..1982 Margaux or 1957 Spanish Sauternes.

No Good Boyo said...

We've had a Co-Op in Dolgellau for a decade. People still call it the Old Tannery Pit. Perhaps they are wise.

worm said...

keep going NGB

Brit said...

Well worth repeating, I'd say.

By the way, read the opening of NGB's fine post here for a true Wiki classic.

It was in commenting on this post that I discovered the Oregon crab, so much to be thankful for.

Sophie King said...

I bet even sheep wouldn't touch marrow, Malty. My husband once attempted to recreate his mother's stuffed marrow recipe, stung by my assertion that it could not be rendered edible. The resulting mush of sodden mince and vegetable fibre was so disgusting that we were reduced to hysterical weeping (perhaps because supper was perforce mostly alcohol).

David said...
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David said...

If Wikipedia is to be believed, "marrows" are squashes. I never knew that.

No one actually eats squashes. That's why the call them "squashes."

You carve them up for halloween, make pies out of them, use them as decorative features for autumn festivals and sometimes, if by accident you've dropped rat poison into a dish, you can cut up zucchini as a signal to your guests to give it a pass; but you never eat them.

(Except for some reason in Chinese food, where they are cooked for 24 hours straight and highly seasoned or in Japanese restaurants, where they are breaded and fried, which makes anything edible.)

jonathan law said...

Marrow doesn't taste of much but is perfectly edible if chopped small and fried with garlic and tomato. Courgettes are just fab with garlic, parmesan, black pepper. As for sprouts, this is black heresy: a properly parboiled sprout sings like an angel in its sphere.

On the other hand, about the only good thing I heard of Bush Senior concerned his personal war against broccoli. Said that people had been trying to make him eat it all his life, and now that he was the most powerful man in the world he just wouldn't. (Actually its almost OK if you defy the British custom and eat the stalks, not the florets.)

Now parsnips -- they really are the devil's dung.

Brit said...

These are radical heresies, Jonathan. The honey-roast parsnip is surely the king of vegetables.

David - a marrow is like a giant zucchini, only even worse than that suggests. 'Squash' would normally refer over here to the butternut squash, which ain't half bad when cubed and roasted.

worm said...

brit - as far as I am aware, a marrow IS a large zucchini. Zucchini are simply marrows that have not been allowed to grow to the seedbearing stage.

I personally have to say that I really like all vegetables, and any I haven't liked have been down to poor cooking, as I genuinely think that just about any vegetable can taste delicious if given the proper stage on which to shine

Peter Burnet said...

You buy store-bought cupcakes! I feel as let down as Charlie Brown and his friends felt when they first learned their beloved teacher got paid for teaching them.

Brit said...

Those are just my emergency cupcakes, Peter. I pray God I never have to use them.

Sophie King said...

Jonathan - I believe that if a vegetable can't stand up and be counted on its own, without garlic and tomatoes, then it doesn't deserve to be called food. I'm sure I could eat cardboard if it was cut up and cooked in such a way. I am, however, totally with you on the sprout and here is a recipe from Rules in London which will, I promise, make you very happy: http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/food_and_drink/recipes/article2180708.ece

Finally, I'm not normally one to go on about word verification but I'm happy to report that mine is 'pearl'. Does that make you lot swine?

Brit said...

Not at all; I've never swined in my life and I don't intend to start now.

malty said...

If a Charlie Whelan job needs performing on any vegetable then let that be the sprout, vile little devil that it is, causing apoplexy in those cases where suppression is attempted and acute embarrassment where it fails, should be marketed under the heading 'methane generation kit'

I love that expression 'store bought' as in 'store bought woman' or, in my younger days 'store bought clothes'

Gaw said...

Veg talk - that's how you really provoke the passions as these comments prove. Makes me think of..

"Had we but world enough, and time . . . /My vegetable love should grow/Vaster than empires and more slow."

Grow on, grow on...

Brit said...

It's true, Gaw. You gut John Gray's best selling book or diss a whole political class and virtually nada. But criticise the brussel sprout and all hell breaks loose.

malty said...

Precisely, Brussel sprouts cause loose breaking, we mutter about vegetables and the roof is falling down upon our heads.

Talking about Brussels or at least that non country Belgium, some stooshie or what, viva UKIP.

No Good Boyo said...

Sorry, ah said sorry, my computer got an attack of the Foghorn Lehghorns, boy.

Adelephant said...

I am weaning my son on turnip. It may sound barbaric, but imagine the pleasure of cauliflower or aubergine after a portion of turnip, courgette and pea purée.