Food Foibles

Staying away for a long weekend has reminded me of some of my food foibles:

1. For some inexplicable reason, the word vegetarian in front of an item on a menu always makes it sound less appealing,
2. I detest hot toast served with iced, rock hard patties of butter that are impossible to spread on said toast,
3. Waiters and waitresses always assuming you don't take sugar when ordering tea or coffee,
4. Sachets of sugar, which are never the equivalent of a heaped teaspoon of sugar, but a level teaspoon (I measured one yesterday out of curiosity),

We found a brilliant lake yesterday where Hay completed her 12th monthly open swim - Wimbleball Lake near Brompton Regis. It's a reservoir, created in the 70s by damming the River Haddeo. It has an activity centre and a sailing club where you can learn to paddleboard, kayak and windsurf but, inexplicably, is surrounded by signs telling you that swimming is forbidden. It's probably something to do with the culture of risk aversion.