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Absolutely no need for this sort of nonsense from our local supermarket.

“American inspired”, “Texas style” burgers:  whatever. We know that the US – and Texas – are famed for their butchery*.

But I don’t think that they’re doing themselves any favours by then trying to use a divisive political slogan to help sell their patties.

Honestly, apart from the political connotations, the suggestion that my burgers weren’t already great is a little disrespectful.

I don’t need my supermarket’s assistance with that. I don’t need any pseudo-transatlantic assistance either.

And I’m certainly not buying anything with that slogan on it.

* I mean of cows, not people in the Middle East.

Dinner (and what goes on around here)

Or maybe: What goes on around here (and dinner)

There are a few new 6000 miles… readers in the house after the last couple of days, [deity] help them.

But anyway… Hi. Thanks for clicking through.

In case you didn’t know, I’ve been blogging each day (yes, all of them) for over 13½ years on here now – and not daily for a few years before that. There’s no particular theme here; just whatever takes my fancy on any given day from the news, my browsing, something I did, some photo I took or… whatever.

It’s a mixed bag.

If you’re expecting a post like yesterday’s each and every day, you might be a little disappointed, but those do come around occasionally, when the need and the time arise.

But like I said, it’s a mixed bag. And tonight, we made burgers and my daughter went all foodie photographer on us, so that’s what you’re getting here:

Super tasty, and almost certainly more nutritious than what I had planned having spotted this earlier:

Although on the downside, also quite a lot more prep time and washing up.

Look, it’s not exactly subtle stuff from the Olive Marketing Board there, but damn, it almost worked. Reading through, I found myself very tempted, but also concerned about the guilt and the potential consequences of eating 30 to 40 olives directly out of the jar with my fingers. Thankfully, that last line:

you will certainly not regret eating 30 to 40 olives

really put my mind at ease, and it was only when the rest of the family reminded my that I was long grown out of my heathen student days that we went for the burger option instead.

It was very nice. But there’s still a bit of me that thinks that maybe I’ve missed out on something.
Like 30 to 40 olives.

Maybe tomorrow.