Good Advice.

Cut up your own fruit from the supermarket. When they cut it up for you it's like three times the price. For what? A little elbow grease?

 

When I was young, my grandmother taught me to wash the fresh fruits from the supermarket. I didn't understand why until years later when I found out that large supermarkets like Ralph's, Safeway, routinely spray their produce with bleach to preserve the vibrant colors and crispness. My apples now take a cold water bath no matter what.

 

Sry i am just lazy(and no garden) and i hate cooking myself but i do want to eat somewhat healthy and fresh(meat/veggies/fruit/ect).............................pre washed and cut veggies/fruits from the supermarket.

Mzzs

 

Let's face it. Unless you produce ALL of your own food, you can never be completely certain of what you are putting into your body. America has the worst track record for food additives than any other nation on the planet. There are even laws that mandate adding certain things to food.

 

NL(eu) has pretty strict rules wen it comes to (fresh)food.......not to worried that they add anything in fresh precut veggies/fruit.

Froozen or in pots/cans , i dont know. We get a lot of outside EU products and half products, so cant say everything is clean.

Mzzls

 

If your Green Grocer uses misters to spray the veggies every so often, ask them what additives they use to keep the veggies fresh and vibrant. I guarantee it isn't just plain water.

 

For the stuff i buy(again lazy),it is already pre cut/washed and in plastic before i buy it or it gets to the supermarket...........it just stays good for few days.

Again rules for fresh food are very strict in NL(eu), also for foods that you want to call bio/eco. In NL there are no poisons allowed anymore specially around food(roundup, ect ect).

But like i said a lot of things come from other parts of the world, with different rules, so your never a 100 procent sure.

Mzzls

 

Sry double post again, no delete option

Mzzls

 

That works on the principal of making it such, that bacteria would rather starve than eat it.
Compared with raw chicken where everything is bleached, we have nothing to worry about with raw fruit.

 

The reason for no delete, is to prevent people posting insulting messages, then deleting them.
Zen and the other mods delete duplicates when they spot them.

 

That is why we politely declined the chickens that Donald Trump offered us when we left the EU.

 

I hope you never eat a hot dog in the cinema.
One day when several of them had fallen in half, after 12 hours stewing in warm water, I caught one of the kiosk staff sellotaping them back together again.

As I have said before, their is more comedy in he auditorium, than you will ever see on the screen.

 

In my now 75 years, nothing beats the "Rider" story. I was a teenager at the time. Have I mentioned it in any of my posts before.?
PS, what happened to my birthday card.

 

My birthday was two days ago, so no excuses next year.
Since Jane opened our account, I just assume that their was no way of entering both our birthdays.

Now we are talking about dates, my funny story goes back almost 60 Years.

It was at the time when I was showing films to more than 1,500 people at our local cinema and the management never seemed too bothered about age, or even my school uniform. LOL.

Everyone seemed too excited about our new usherette (Rider), the only member of floorstaff under 60.

One problem was that she reserved the back row of seats for some extra entertainment for a few of the customers. One of them watched the same film several times during one week, so we were not to surprised when she decided to marry him.
Head office, (who did not know all the history or the great romance) agreed to the reception being held in theatre foyer area, which seated around 600. So on the planned Saturday their was great excitement. The local press took the photographs and provided the car to drive the bride and groom off into the sunset, (a slight exaggeration on the last part, it was not too sunny at the grubby hotel in Paddington) and I was left to run the cinema on my own.

Life at the cinema returned to normal during the next few days, awaiting Thursday with all the pictures of the bushing bride and handsome groom. (another very slight exaggeration, the groom was a dustman)

Finally Thursday arrived and we read the banner headline....... RIDER IS A MAN

Rider took the next flight back to eastern Europe, before he got arrested for his fake passport.
The groom went back to his dustcart.
The priest who married them decided that it was time to retire.
Life in the cinema returned to normal, except the manager nearly getting arrested for not spotting Riders fake passport and NI papers. A few cups of Wills tea sorted that one out.

Their was a very funny twist.
The auditor visited the week that Rider joined. When the manager showing off his latest model, the auditor took one look and said "Look at the ass, that's a bloke".
Everyone just laughed.

 

Ha! Ha! Do tell Wils!!