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Post by rondetto on Apr 22, 2024 10:20:54 GMT
It's got to be Maris Piper for me, nothing else compares. I have tried tinned new potatoes but didn't like the taste.
Wow!! What a busy time this morning. Tesco first then Caffe Nero for my Latte. Then to Lidl for a few things then to Asda to buy new shorts. Then had to nip my wife to the surgery for a blood test. From there we went into the city centre to do some banking. At least it stayed dry.
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Post by hild1066 on Apr 22, 2024 11:33:08 GMT
Morning all.
Having been married to an Irishman, let me tell you he could tell what kind of potato I had bought instantly. He liked them all but felt that some were for some meals and other for different ones and would say so. He liked a King Edward and a Kerr's Pink, but never for chips, that was definitely a Maris Piper. He didn't mind tinned potatoes or the vacuum packed ones, but only for frying for breakfast (or camping) or only in some kind of stew. I rarely buy potatoes now. I do keeps some frozen jacket potatoes in the freezer but only buy fresh potatoes if there is someone else coming over. I used instant potato the last time I made a cheese and onion pie - it was absolutely fine. I used the brand Idaho, with garlic and herbs in it. My daughter introduced me to it when she was a student, because half a pack was the equivalent of one portion and with limited space in shared housing potatoes weren't practical when she was at Uni.
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Post by rondetto on Apr 23, 2024 3:33:40 GMT
Morning all: Quite a mild start to the day. Nothing much doing today, got to nip to Lidl and Home bargains for a few things.
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Post by marispiper on Apr 23, 2024 12:54:15 GMT
Morning all. Having been married to an Irishman, let me tell you he could tell what kind of potato I had bought instantly. He liked them all but felt that some were for some meals and other for different ones and would say so. He liked a King Edward and a Kerr's Pink, but never for chips, that was definitely a Maris Piper. He didn't mind tinned potatoes or the vacuum packed ones, but only for frying for breakfast (or camping) or only in some kind of stew. I rarely buy potatoes now. I do keeps some frozen jacket potatoes in the freezer but only buy fresh potatoes if there is someone else coming over. I used instant potato the last time I made a cheese and onion pie - it was absolutely fine. I used the brand Idaho, with garlic and herbs in it. My daughter introduced me to it when she was a student, because half a pack was the equivalent of one portion and with limited space in shared housing potatoes weren't practical when she was at Uni. Your ex was so right about varieties - some great for one dish and useless for another. Instant mash though Hildie??? A mortal sin 🙄😁
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Post by althea on Apr 23, 2024 13:10:26 GMT
I am not a great lover of potatoes. I rarely eat them. My cousin in Berlin has always loved potatoes and can't understand that I don't eat them much. I used to love when the new potatoes came out and we had little Cheshire chats. I could have eaten a bucketful of them covered in butter. New potatoes don't have such an intense taste as they used to and I can't eat butter anyway. Though Flora's new plant butter is a reasonable facsimile. I enjoyed my break with my friend Pat. We giggled and laughed all of the time. We ate some gorgeous exotic cakes with our coffee each day and I hardly choked at all. Now I'm back ,I have had several choking fits. I wonder if it's something in the air round here.
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Post by marispiper on Apr 23, 2024 18:49:07 GMT
Glad you had a good time Althea 😀 And I am glad that the throat problem seems to be variable - which means it isn't going from bad to worse - a good sign.
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Post by marispiper on Apr 23, 2024 19:03:18 GMT
I don't know why I started this thing on potatoes... I'm not keen on them either (oh I remember - it was the black insides..)
In fact, I don't like two things that most people love i.e chips...and ice cream. 😝
Which reminds me - Today I went to visit a lady I've known for years. She is very French but is now bed bound and has dementia but still enjoys a good ol' chat. I ask her sensible questions and she gives me bizarre answers. We have great laughs. We got on to the subject of breakfast and I asked her what she ate then. She said "Nothing" but her son told me that wasn't true..she has a cup of coffee, a Madeleine, and a Cornetto! He went on to day he tries to limit her to three Cornetto's a day as it wasn't that healthy.
I disagreed and said to her, when you've reached this age, you're entitled to eat exactly what you want! 😄
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Post by hild1066 on Apr 23, 2024 20:35:35 GMT
Absolutely definitely Maris. Getting people with dementia to eat enough calories is quite hard and cream, ice cream and full fat milk are very important. People go down hill very quickly if they aren't getting enough calories. Plus when we get down to basics, quality of life is all in the madeleine and the cornetto.
I hate it when people say things like, "Brian died, it very sad, but a blessing, he had dementia, no quality of life".
Of course people with dementia can still have quality of life. Not how we define it, but how they do.
Warmth, comfort, clean sheets, nice food, music they like, laughter. It all counts.
The night my gran died I was sitting with her as she merrily dunked rich tea biscuits in tea. Everytime she dunked she smacked her lips, like a little lizard and then said 'Aah lovely'. Divine, it was one of those sublime moments. I would like to go that way, dunking biscuits in tea and then a nice little nap with Shoshtakovich on the radio (turned out to be one of favs). Just so peaceful and gentle.
I also don't like ice cream. I think I'd like to become addicted to cheese and not care about cholesterol if I get to that age.
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Post by rondetto on Apr 24, 2024 3:33:55 GMT
Morning all: Still mild, but they say we could have frost over night tonight.
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Post by marispiper on Apr 24, 2024 8:31:32 GMT
Ooh Hildie..I so agree about the cheese and often wonder if I am now at the 'so what?' age and just scoff it 😄
Dementia: a lesson I learned long ago was to never correct anyone with dementia. This lady's son does (he is single and cares for her, along with paid carers) and I try to dissuade him. Correction is pointless and simply adds to confusion and stress. That's why she (and I) enjoy the conversations - they go off at a tangent about every 10 seconds 😂 but who cares? Neither of us!
We always pray a bit together before I leave and she always prays in French - her mother tongue of course. I surprised myself by remembering (from school, sixty years back) the Our Father and the Hail Mary in French! It's amazing what lies buried in the ol' brain 🤣
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Post by rwthless on Apr 24, 2024 10:25:51 GMT
I am definitely addicted to cheese. Red Leicester for preference which I discovered in 1964 or 65 while at Agricultural College when the travelling grocer's van would visit. We referred to it as " The little man from Frisby on the Wreake". The van was unbelievably small for its purpose, but the man was normal height and width. He had a huge moustache and has been inextricably linked in my mind with Zebedee from The Magic Roundabout.
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Post by rondetto on Apr 24, 2024 10:27:44 GMT
My favourite cheese is definitely Wensleydale, nice and tasty and crumbly.
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Post by althea on Apr 24, 2024 10:38:26 GMT
Absolutely definitely Maris. Getting people with dementia to eat enough calories is quite hard and cream, ice cream and full fat milk are very important. People go down hill very quickly if they aren't getting enough calories. Plus when we get down to basics, quality of life is all in the madeleine and the cornetto. I hate it when people say things like, "Brian died, it very sad, but a blessing, he had dementia, no quality of life". Of course people with dementia can still have quality of life. Not how we define it, but how they do. Warmth, comfort, clean sheets, nice food, music they like, laughter. It all counts. The night my gran died I was sitting with her as she merrily dunked rich tea biscuits in tea. Everytime she dunked she smacked her lips, like a little lizard and then said 'Aah lovely'. Divine, it was one of those sublime moments. I would like to go that way, dunking biscuits in tea and then a nice little nap with Shoshtakovich on the radio (turned out to be one of favs). Just so peaceful and gentle. I also don't like ice cream. I think I'd like to become addicted to cheese and not care about cholesterol if I get to that age. Three years ago when my husband died of vascular dementia, it wasn't peaceful or gentle. After having dementia for about eight years, in a manageable state, he had a stroke which meant he got a lot worse very fast. That man suffered so badly for two years, it really was a blessing for him when he died. Not for me, but for him. The day before he died, I think he could hear me and I said to him, " Colin you have suffered enough. It's time for you to let go now. Go with my blessing." In the early hours of the next morning, he died. I will never know if he heard me, or if what I said made any difference. I like to think I helped him a little.
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Post by hild1066 on Apr 24, 2024 12:29:25 GMT
I'm sure he heard you Althea.
I am not suggesting that my gran's dementia was plain sailing, just that it was what it was and even if she did think I was her little sister most of the time. I just responded, although I didn't like being smacked for being late for school again. Her sister was 21 years younger than her and I think she spent a lot of her time being 'mother'. Half the staff in the home she eventually went into called me Brenda as that was her sisters name. Sadly her sister died when she was 25 and I think I must have reminded her of her. She was killed by the GP who gave her gas to pull a tooth out. Pre-NHS and no investigation or post-mortem. He sat and wrote out the death certificate before he came through from his consulting room and told my gran and her mother who were in the waiting room. He had put it in an envelope with his bill!!!
I never knew my gran could swear until she got dementia and she told me such saucy info about her contemporaries in the family. I suppose she told 'Brenda' at the time and was just continuing the conversation. She was no sweet angel my gran. Very stubborn and feisty and that got worse with the dementia but she never hit me, although she did hit others. She totally took against my mum and I've often wondered if that was a longstanding thing finally let out because of her condition.
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Post by rondetto on Apr 24, 2024 13:16:30 GMT
That sounds horrific by today's standards Hild, but those days were so different weren't they. I know before I started nursing I'd never even heard of cholesterol or Bipolar conditions. On another subject of days gone by, my dad told me he passed his driving test in 1936 and all he was asked to do was to reverse into an open farm gate and then he got his driving licence. How things have changed.
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