[Image credit: The Age, “Charlotte Makes a Meal of Question Time“] Cheers to the ACT parliament for becoming the first parliament in Australia to get Australian Breastfeeding Association accreditation as a breastfeeding-friendly workplace, as reported in IBN News. The ABA… Read More ›
Food/Drink
Ads that make you go Grrr
From Brazil. For low fat yoghurt. Iconic film images of Mena Suvari, Sharon Stone, Marilyn Monroe photomanipulated. Tagline: Forget about it. Men’s preference will never change. Fit Light Yogurt. Via Jess McCabe, at The F-Word blog.
So that’s where at least some of those crazy ideas came from
Feminists and Breakfast Cereal, from Zenobia. A summary can’t do it justice, just read it.
Beef Wellington time
Oh yes, I has new computer in my old case (with a video card combo that’s fast enough to play YouTubes properly at last), and we has ‘nother new computer hooked up to telly, and the old guts of my… Read More ›
Can US citizens trust the USDA on beef? Can any of us?
Let’s just remind ourselves of some recent history: In 2001, Australia banned the importation of beef and beef products from Japan after a single confirmed case of BSE (bovine spongiform encephalopathy). The USA and many other countries also banned beef… Read More ›
Previously Unknown Phenomenon
This is the container of leftover sausages I put away in the frig last night. This morning when I woke up and went to the frig for milk, not a single one of those sausages had been eaten. What can… Read More ›
Friday Fluffy, thoughtful bloggers, the cute factor and FOOD
image from NYT This image is for Penguin Unearthed, who kindly included me in her list of bloggers who make her think a few weeks ago.
Pop quiz: corporate logo.
See this logo? What do you think it looks like? What do you think it’s on? Edited to add: all is now revealed.
Getting a headstart on the end of Lent
So, what exactly is the difference between Pinot Gris and Pinot Grigio anyway? There doesn’t seem to be a distinguishable difference in taste.
Lenten limitations
Some of you already know that while I am a militant agnostic (I don’t know whether any god exists and neither does anybloodyone else) my beloved mr tog is a regular churchgoer. He wasn’t when we met, it crept up… Read More ›