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Sunday, 3 May 2020
Never buy Baked Beans from an antique shop.
I was looking for the battery charger for my (Wills's) cordless drill, when I found this Australian tin of beans amongst the detritus at the bottom of a box of assorted tools.
It was rusty, looked as if it had been kicked around a bit, and had all the qualities of something found in Scott's camp at the antartic.
I first looked for the use-by date, which unsurprisingly had been obliterated by rust. I cannot imagine why Wills had considered it necessary to bring the tin half the way around the world to France.
So, throwing caution to the winds, I opened the can, heated the contents, and served. They were fine, and I'm still alive to write this!
I'm not used to eating Heinz beans, I prefer our ordinary French white beans in a tomato sauce; or even make my own with a squirt of Tomato pureé and a dash of red wine. Either way, I find our one's far more natural tasting than the Heinz version.
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The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone (except the obdurate and dictatorial) is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away; we also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!