Mr Crackles Carryout

We were in the city last night and I'd read a review about this place that sold a cup of pork crackling, and mum's friend had been there so we decided to see what it was like. The rest of the family shared a pork roll and I had some crackling (they had some too). Honestly, it was bland and not dreamworthy, even though we'd been wanting pork since we had dinner. The crackling was dry and salt less and flavourless and a little too hard for my liking and COLD. You do not serve me cold crackling. Even if it's lukewarm it's alright. But not cold. And the pork from the roll was also pretty dry and fatless. And apparently the roll was hard. Oh well. We know where NOT to go next time we have a craving for pig fat.

My Rant about Dairy

Ok, I knew this day was coming where I wouldn't be able to keep to my posting promise. Oops! This'll probably happen more often when there's more Christmas parties...

The other day, I was about to have a rant about how you shouldn't eat/drink dairy when I didn't exactly have the words to actually say anything. I knew it's not good for you because of the hormones and that the dairy industry is absolutely foul in terms of animal rights and safety, but I didn't know the exact facts. So I did a little more research on it and found the stuff I had on the tip of my tongue, and I also found out a bit more that I didn't know.

Basically, cavemen didn't drink milk, so neither should we - to an extent. I'll get to the topic of cavemen at some point here.