Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Towel

As I lept from the shower the other morning, I gazed down and noticed the towel had morphed into what I think looks like a cow head. I've observed this sort of behavior before. There have been many times I swear I can see creatures or faces amongst the folds.  

Picnic

The urge to throw down a rug and eat outdoors is a strong and primal one. There is almost a feeling that your'e doing something a bit naughty. Now that the warmer weather has arrived the desire to eat outdoors becomes even more attractive. This pic was taken some time back in the mid 80's

Fish n chips

This greasy little collection of fried goodies was my first foray into the world of takeaways that was taken away from me after my Myocardal Infarction. Fried foods are sadly not too good for the heart. Rumour has it, it's not just the fat and salt. The actual act of frying at high temperatures changes the molecular structure of the food, which apparently can be harmful to the body. This is extremely sad because it tastes sooo good. Where and how the fish are harvested and masacred also concerns me.
In New Zealand we have a quota system that means a few big industrial companies own the rights to harvest thousands of tonnes of certain fish species. Anything else that strapped and killed in the massive nets must be dumped back into the ocean, along with this criminal waste of life, any of the target species that does not fit the automated filleting machines is dumped. 80-90% of the fish caught in New Zealand waters are exported to countries who have already fished their own oceans bare. We as a  country also import some of the same species we catch, Australia and Chile.