On the side of my dinner tonight (on the box it came in, rather), at the beginning of the little paragraph about Refunds If You Are Not Satisfied and Your Rights As A Customer, was:
It's great that you've chosen this Toad in the Hole...
Emphasis mine.
Whut?
It is not remotely great that I have "chosen this Toad in the Hole" (and for the sake of fluffy ferrets, I hardly hand-selected that particular one lovingly out of all the inferior ones nestled in the Iceland freezer cabinet). It is lazy that I have chosen this Toad in the Hole. It is cheap. It is displaying a quite disturbing insouciance towards the nutritional value of my daily food intake and, by extension, my overall health, if you want to push it, because Lord knows, I'm not exactly expecting a gorgeously balanced and delicious meal out of a suspiciously greyish-coloured slab of frozen food that cost me all of a quid!
Great. Pffft.
Ahem.
I'm not entirely certain why that got to me so much. How ridiculous. But I found being confronted by such alarmingly jocular and buoyant enthusiasm to be fairly out of left field, yes.
It wasn't a bad dinner, actually. ;)
[And no, I am not procrastinating whilst hacking through typing up the Black Peter discussion, at all; why do you ask? ;) ]
It's great that you've chosen this Toad in the Hole...
Emphasis mine.
Whut?
It is not remotely great that I have "chosen this Toad in the Hole" (and for the sake of fluffy ferrets, I hardly hand-selected that particular one lovingly out of all the inferior ones nestled in the Iceland freezer cabinet). It is lazy that I have chosen this Toad in the Hole. It is cheap. It is displaying a quite disturbing insouciance towards the nutritional value of my daily food intake and, by extension, my overall health, if you want to push it, because Lord knows, I'm not exactly expecting a gorgeously balanced and delicious meal out of a suspiciously greyish-coloured slab of frozen food that cost me all of a quid!
Great. Pffft.
Ahem.
I'm not entirely certain why that got to me so much. How ridiculous. But I found being confronted by such alarmingly jocular and buoyant enthusiasm to be fairly out of left field, yes.
It wasn't a bad dinner, actually. ;)
[And no, I am not procrastinating whilst hacking through typing up the Black Peter discussion, at all; why do you ask? ;) ]
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Andrew
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I think part of me just died. I'm getting very Mrs Hudson like urges to swoop in and take over your diet, and make you lots of nice homemade dinners. And I HATE cooking.
:.-(
Eat properly or you'll break!
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Sounds disgusting...
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Go to the store and get yourself some double Devon cream and put on it...OMG...coronary, but I bet its good.
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Initially I wanted to comment that I so know what you mean, but now, after reading all the comments (and just having eaten five rather biggish taters with tzatziki) I feel thoroughly sick, thank you very much.
Fuck, I used to LIKE Yorkshire pudding. It's great.
*stares*
Oh noes. XD
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