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Coffee Mulberry Molasses and Vanilla

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The room faded

That Mulberry Molasses you have at the back of the fridge since forever, tastes good in black coffee with a drop of vanilla essence. You can really taste the dark, and strangely seductive fruity promise of a full relationship before a wash of vanilla reason joins the briefly intriguing conversation. The taste is complex and is much like walking on a quiet beach at dawn with the attractive person from the party, not looking for, but open to a hiding place, only to be hailed by the person's partner. You search each other's faces for the same desire you both feel and see it reciprocated and then look towards the cheery but woolly interruption. Again, a glance at each other and then you exhale. 

Oooo! The first sip was sharp and bitter, but there was something in it. Ah, perhaps the pairing was not quite right. But just as you find some features in other people queer and then they become quaint with anticipation, the second sip carries with it a knowledge of what to expect; it allows a deeper sense of flavour to be appreciated. It is much more like the long snog after a first kiss on New Years Eve; hungry and explorative; and mutually giving. There is a mustiness like a light perspiration of flavoured alcohol has permeated the freshness of perfume and scent that was applied hours ago. The kiss and the smell is organic. It is almost primeval and immediate in its intent; now it is tasted. With the kiss broken the taste lingers. But it will be a memory of that moment when full desire of an illicit encounter was unfulfilled. A look into each other eyes and then another deep promising kiss, and then the sounds of the noisy room comes back and you are separated by the crowd; the moment and chance has gone.

I drank only one cup of coffee like that yesterday afternoon and didn't finish it; but there was still some left in my large mug, so I made a fresh coffee over the top of it. The mulberry was still there and the vanilla accompanied it and if I had been looking out a window out of a party I would have seen them leaving together as they should do. I would have looked longingly at one of them and known that without the other, the promise would have been filled but the guilt would surpass the pleasure. Despite the overwhelming sweetness it has in itself, Mulberry Molasses without vanilla makes coffee dark and bitter. It fails to sweeten it. Adding a fruitiness it competes for dominance and fails. Instead it highlights the dark and bitter nature of black coffee that even added sugar cannot erase. I can tolerate eating sugar from a spoon but an equal amount of Mulberry Molasses is too sweet. In coffee, it is a quick and hungry grope in a dark alley; good-looking but ultimately cheap and treacherous. In marriage, it is better behaved and mature and must always be only a soft moment of 'maybe' and never something that needs to be secret.

I wonder, if I add milk to the coffee, mulberry molasses and vanilla,  I might legitimise my relationship with Mulberry Molasses in coffee. With milk acting as a soft blanket, the vanilla, if I add it, might be the smell of a home that comforts us as we embrace. The sharpness will still be there in the background, but it will be a memory of our first kiss when our teeth and foreheads bumped, and the touch was truly and honestly ours, without guilt, secrecy or regret. 

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Commodify Your Life

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Edited by Martin Cadwell, Sunday 22 March 2026 at 07:41

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Now we are cooking?

I am so naïve. I thought people in the modern day, in the UK, ate the food on their plates and in the fridge, larder or cellar, garden, or locally by the road, before they buy more of the same in a shop. Don't people plan what they are going to eat during the next two weeks or month?

I spoke to someone from Japan a while ago and his response to a question on the low level of obesity in Japan was:

     'We only eat 85% of what we think we want to eat.'

Which I think means that he is saying that typically, Japanese people eat only 85% of what is on their plate or in their bowl. Yet, I think there is at least one suppressed premise, because I think throwing food away in Japan would be frowned upon. So, perhaps he really meant that they cook food, and put what they want to eat in bowls and plates minus 15% OR (although there does not need to be a binary meaning) they provide portions to individuals according to how much they normally eat, by applying common-sense and heuristics, and anything that is not then eaten gets to go in the fridge, or is combined into the next meal of the day. All that from a single sentence might include a lot of speculation and if and buts, and there is clearly room for a lot of error (mine), but doesn't that make sense?

He did clarify his statement a bit:

     'We don't eat until we feel full; like we don't, or can't, eat any more [food]'

That seems to imply then that they leave food to be returned to the kitchen. But, I believe a lot of Asian people use a number of bowls and plates to separate their food and pick and combine from each as they go along. This, crucially means that one item in their meal does not get contaminated with another, and each can be preserved for later use.

In the UK and with modern eating habits, Baked Beans gets on the mashed potato, which in turn has been tainted with the innards of a Chicken and Mushroom pie (which may or may not have had extra gravy made from a packet poured on it). Difficult to see how to salvage the mashed potato, Baked Beans and pie gravy mess, and a third of a Chicken and Mushroom pie, isn't it? I think leaving 85% of what is on our plates to go back to the kitchen to be salvaged and made into something else is difficult. If the mashed potato was served separately, however, then it could be made into Bubble and Squeak later, especially if any cabbage from yesterday that was not eaten and had been served separately, was also in the fridge.

Something that comes to mind is that most of us don't have big enough tables to be able to place separate items of a meal in separate serving bowls. Here is how only 85% of what we want to eat can be accessed AND all of the food left in the serving bowls can be salvaged for later meals. The chicken or roast beef is no longer carved at the table; and why should it be? Supermarkets commodified meat decades ago.(commodify - to make into a commodity, sometimes at the expense of its intrinsic value). Now we buy seven or eight pork chops in a plastic box-type tray from a supermarket, instead of buying pork loin to our preferred size, to suit our needs, from the butcher. Why? A 'pork loin cut' from a butcher can be cut to any size and sliced, at the butchers, to a desired thickness. If my family has three members at home, then I could have bought three thin pork chops from the butcher, which would ensure that none of it gets left on the plate and that no chops remain in the fridge to be overlooked for a few days and goes 'bad'. You see, seven is not divisible by any number except one and itself because it is a prime number, and eight is divisible only by one and any even number, which means that there cannot be three, five or six family members at home, unless the cook is prepared to dice one or two chops and put them into a curry or do something else with them, like making pork kebabs. You can look at any commodified meat unit in the supermarket and discover that it rarely fits most families needs (I don't think I have ever seen less than seven pork loin chop units in one container in a supermarket, unless a smaller number was more expensive - it is economically better to buy more).

In one of my local post office shops I saw boxes of three mince pies and nine mince pies, as well as twelve and fifteen mince pies. Shoppers could almost buy exactly the right amount for a small family or for a family get-together without overeating that extra one.

What we have ended up with is tons and tons of good food thrown away AND Jane-Plan and many other expensive small meal portion businesses. Why? Isn't the solution to avoiding obesity and spending lots of money on small meal portions from these businesses, AND avoiding food waste; to buy less food in supermarkets in the first place? Isn't the result a better holiday with saved money with a beach-body? Oh! I forgot; people can't cook, or they don't have the time. I think the solution to both of these problems lies in technology.

If we have internet capability we can learn to cook OR if we have internet capability we don't have enough time to cook; you choose. 

One of my neighbours is a teacher and is absent from the home for about eleven hours a day. With sleeping, preparation for sleep and ablutions, I estimate there is only two and a half to three hours free time each day. This person has enough time to cook a full Sunday roast every day, but not to eat it. Of course, a teacher also has homework, so only has enough time to cook and clean up afterwards for one hour each day - the time it takes to prepare and cook a curry, or make a pizza and peel potatoes and cut and cook chips from scratch. This teacher has someone else at home (I did include 'fortunately' in the last sentence and then deleted it). But that is another story.

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Sweet tarts and milky tea

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Edited by Martin Cadwell, Sunday 22 March 2026 at 07:36

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Inedible and undrinkable

Good Crikeyness! I am forever surprised by how stupid I am. I have been trying to make a tart for over a year now. Most of the time I forget to buy the ingredients, a lot of other time is spent wondering how expensive, making this particular bake really is. On top of that, I am wowed by how unhealthy it is. 

You know when you get an idea of what you want the tart to be like; according to your own or family's preference? You just have to have a go at it. As an adult, I don't like things too sweet anymore. I still have two sugars in my tea and coffee, but I can't eat a Snickers or Mars bar. I know that the sweetness of the sugar I buy in the shops can't be too much different to the sugar that Mars buys, so I am certain they just use more of it in their chocolate snack bars than they used to. I know that, according to my friend in The Netherlands, Kelloggs Corn Flakes in the UK has more sugar than Kelloggs Corn Flakes in The Netherlands; he tries to get me to import boxes and boxes of it through The Hoek of Holland, so he can sell it to English people in his English shops in Delft. He won't call it smuggling.

I have bought the Woodapple Jam for the tart (and the butter and flour many times over) but I wanted to make the filling (woodapple jam) a bit sharper and with a hint of something else. I suggested to myself that Nestle Carnation Condensed Milk would reduce the sweetness and add a milky background that I could use as an undertone when it is mixed with the woodapple jam. 

I ran out of milk for my tea yesterday and having never gotten around to making the tart still happened to have had a tin of Condensed Milk in the cupboard. I was going to boil it in the tin for a while to make the caramel for the tart. That is the only reason anyone buys it, isn't it?

I seem to have a memory of being able to pour condensed milk from the tin , like evaporated milk. The only time I ever had to use a spoon to get it out of the tin was when it had turned to caramel. Not these days! There is so much sugar in it that you almost cannot pour it at all. Nestle knows that everyone wants to use it for cakes, tarts and sweet pies, so they have added so much sugar that many of us no longer need to boil it to turn it into a sticky caramel, except it isn't caramel and it doesn't taste like caramel (or milk). I shudder to think what would happen if I actually did boil it for an hour.

As I said, I have two sugars in my tea. I don't put sugar in my tea if I use Nestle Carnation Condensed Milk instead of real milk. It really is that sweet. In fact, I have to have a weaker tea than I like, because otherwise, to lighten it I have to use too much sweetened condensed milk, which makes my tea either too weak or too sweet. What is going on?

I looked up Nestle Condensed Milk and discovered that right from the late 1800s it has always been sweetened. I am pretty sure I used to be able to drink it from the tin when I was younger.

Today, I completely opened the tin to get at the milk and one level(ish) tablespoon was enough to lighten my tea; and it was too much sweetness - more than two sugars it seems.

Interestingly though, it doesn't seem to have a lot of lactose in it; at least my body doesn't think so.Bear that in mind lactose intolerant people but don't take my word for it.

I cannot think of anything I can use condensed milk for these days other than in tea or coffee. Weird. I am going to have to experiment with evaporated milk - which does have significant lactose in it. 

Hmmm... If I really believed that we might be attacked by aliens and need to hide underground for a hundred years, I might consider that bags of sugar might get wet, so I could buy thousands of tins of sticky sweet milk, I suppose.

I think a 20cm tart using woodapple jam, butter and evaporated milk and other flavours (ginger, vanilla, salt, cinnamon, lemons) would cost me over £5 just for the ingredients. It really is a fools errand to try to make it. No wonder people buy ready made addictive rubbish from supermarkets. 

If only manufacturers would stop putting sugar in stuff, the price would come down, and we could all decide how sweet we want something  - Double Win!

Another one: Mulberry Molasses - waaaay too sweet! Yet, they don't add sugar to it. I can't use it for anything! Ah! maybe a walnut and lime cake with a hint of rum.

I know sugar is a good preservative but I do wish I could just buy tinned fruit without sugar. Pick the pears, cook 'em and put them in tins; same with apples (apple sauce without the sugar), damsons (they turn mushy); and bananas (also mushy).

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Weigh the Parents

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Edited by Martin Cadwell, Sunday 22 March 2026 at 07:39

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Weigh the Parents

This is not about politics. Leon Spence writes a good 'blog' on his perspective on the political climate. This is more about oligopoly; or market power within the hands of a few, which would, given enough freedom, I suggest, ultimately become a controlling force in a wider sense. I provide a link to one of Leon Spence's posts as is fair, since I may well overlap his perspicacious focus with my random fantasy world.  I prefer to write - 'Just Saying!' posts, while Leon writes tidy and clear declarative statements. Leon Spence Saturday 11th October 07:49

I would like cereal manufacturers to no longer add sugar to breakfast cereals. I can't eat them because they are too sweet for me. I lived in Holland, in The Netherlands, for a while, and met an English chap who had an 'English' Shop in Delft. Because I would travel back and forth to the UK, he suggested that I pick up a consignment of Kellogg's Corn Flakes in England to deliver to his English shop in Delft, The Netherlands. 

       'Why?' I asked.

       'English people have a sweeter tooth than Dutch people.' He explained. I think English people have a sweeter tooth than most of the European countries. I think it is also a thing that emerged around about fifty years ago. I think it may go further back to when there were still milk bars that didn't sell Coca Cola. Milkshakes were cool once.

Yet, I have to put both salt and sugar in CO-OP Baked Beans. Clearly, whoever controls sugar controls what the people eat. 

Let's imagine that the Government came up with a law that banned sugar being added to foodstuffs at the source of manufacture. The home cook can do what they like at home; but can't sell their sweetened home-cooked produce. Better still, they can't even give it away at garden fetes, to friends or work colleagues. Cake in shops might have to have a sachet of sugar included separately. But without going too far into the logistics of manufacturers stuffing sugar into the consumer, we will just consider that sugar is freely available, and there are no restrictions on anyone buying it in shops. In my weird market, we might restrict the sale of yeast being bought with sugar though; like you can't buy certain pain-killers together in one transaction.

Eventually, young children would be weaned off sugar. Feeders of children would be more closely aware of how much sugar they need to purchase to satisfy their addicted family. The new conundrum would be: Heat, Eat, or Buy Sugar.' Sooner or later, because sugar is not a dietary requirement in a healthy diet, it would soon attract a premium price set by the oligopoly of sugar refiners, that we currently have, I suggest that no Government would want to be known by the opposition as a party that encourages obesity by capping the price of sugar.

There is a problem though. Have you ever had one of those 'one in a million' cups of tea when everything is in the perfect quantity and it is the right temperature? There are a lot of variables involved to get a cup of tea just right. Likewise, spooning sugar onto unsweetened corn flakes or bran flakes or coco-pops will eventually lead to applying too much sweetness rather than too little. Most of us can stand something that is just a little too sweet, but are disheartened when it is not sweet enough. If the 'sugar-bowl' (bag) is to hand, might as well chuck a bit more on the cereal, eh?

Schools would need to weigh the pupils to keep a check on the parents. Fat children can only be fat from eating too much sweet stuff or too much ultra-processed foods, I think. So, Mum and Dad must be directly contributing to an unhealthy diet. 

       'All rise!'

       'You did willfully fatten your child with an overdose of sugar over a period of months, thereby inducing an addiction to a foreign substance. A substance, mind, that has long been used as a recreational drug to induce pleasure and the consequent release of dopamine and serotonin'

       'Your honour,' called the prosecutor, 'We should like to add the charge of willfully manipulating the electro-chemical mental balance of the child in question to make the child more malleable to further controlling influence by the parents. This, your Honour is a clear case of child abuse!' Her voice raised sharply in tone and volume towards the end.

       'Weigh the parents!' cried the Judge.

Clearly, no government is going to enact a law that entirely prohibits sugar being added to breakfast cereal. Yet, strangely, Shredded Wheat is 100% wheat.

In my mind, it is cheaper to not add sugar at the source of manufacture. Also, some vitamins and minerals are added to the breakfast cereal. This should mean that breakfast cereal would be cheaper to buy, so more kids get to eat before going to school AND they get iron and some B vitamins, to boot. Unfortunately, without simple carbohydrates like refined sugar, the now slimmer and healthier kids have less available energy in the bloodstream early in the morning to motivate them to walk to school. Best get in the car then, otherwise they will be late (if they don't get up early enough to metabolise the more complex carbohydrates that cereal is).

Oh dear! We simply can't have children getting up early and waking up a bit before school - this simply will not do!

If I was in control, I would pass a law that made it compulsory for every household to have at least one bee-hive in the kitchen. I would also be the owner of the only licensed business to produce a universal spigot that fits all bee-hives so honey is 'on tap'. Imports of Chinese spigots (especially if they are called Chigots on the black market) would be subject to 100% tariffs. I would also send officers to randomly check homes for beehives and foreign spigots. There would, of course, be even higher tariffs set if a foreign spigot was ever found.

       'All rise!'

       'You did willfully tamper with a bee-hive with the intention of promoting the rise of a foreign power that is bent on undermining the sociability of the British Breakfast Table.'

The people in the gallery looked at each other, confused. 'Social?'

       'Your Honour, this person has appeared before you only a week ago for using a phone while peeing.' The prosecutor added.

       'Is nothing sacred, anymore? Weigh the parents!'

While, the theme of this post, 'What would I do if I was a controlling influence in marketing that ultimately controls a country?', was thought up this morning while I was adding sugar and salt to my tinned Baked Beans, there may be parallels with Leon Spence's posts on what UK political parties may do, or try to do. At least, I think so, but not about sugar.

Such is my addiction to sugar that while I was writing this, I ate some Honey Monster cereal with milk. I am actually lactose-intolerant. However, I am a recovering sugar addict because I stopped myself drinking the sugary milk left in the bowl. Yuck! (I only have the Honey Monster cereal because my local shop-keeper gave it to me. I only have the milk because I have the Honey Monster cereal. I am so bad!)

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A Beano of Rags

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Edited by Martin Cadwell, Sunday 22 March 2026 at 07:44

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A Beano of Rags

Toast Topper Jamboree or fête champètre

The funny thing about toast is that it is a dough mix cooked twice; first when it becomes bread and then when the bread is cooked a second time to make toast. But, we don't call it biscuit.

A couple of evenings ago, it was too hot to cook in my tiny kitchen; it faces south. I love toast so much I always use the grill, despite owning a toaster. Breakfast is usually Beans on Toast; Cheese on Toast; Scrambled or Fried Egg on Toast; or Toast with a Toast Topper. I never buy toast-toppers, I make them. In fact, I always prepare my meals from scratch whenever I can.

Just lately, because I don't want to be in the kitchen when it is hot, I have been burning my toast. I have to have the kitchen door shut and so can't smell the toast when it gets to the perfect stage; when it is no longer bread. Burnt toast is okay but it takes a long time to wash away the charcoal scraped into the sink, which means being in the kitchen when it is hot.

There was plenty of food in the cupboard and fridge but I wanted toast with a topper. I burnt the toast again. But the toast-topper was great; good enough to rival any recipe on Dragons Den. Being creative, I like to make stuff up; you know, imagine what new combinations or strange juxtapositions would be like if they were brought into existence. 

There are exercises in creative writing that have the student rewrite a piece from a different angle or point of view. There are also some that encourage using formulas to invent 'full' characters; like using a list of character attributes. I like to make my own exercises, though I would not be able to consider doing so without some experience of how to do it. Yesterday, I decided I would create characters inspired by the ingredients of my home-made toast-topper recipe. 

Food Ingredients as characters

Tinned Mackerel in Sunflower Oil - Well, the first thing in my mind is a fisherman constrained by an environment (the tin) that has a seal to it that exposure to the outside world is entirely absent (hermetically sealed) while the inner environment (sunflower oil) preserves the fisherman from change. We know that tinned food deteriorates in quality over decades but is still presentable in a changed world. Tinned Mackerel in Sunflower Oil is a Lighthouse Keeper on a remote island who can only get supplies by infrequent helicopter drops, weather permitting. So, total exclusion with no personal contact.

Chopped Tinned Tomatoes - So, those plum tomatoes in a tin that we pay a bit more for because they are more refined than just Tinned Tomatoes. Tomatoes are still exotic to me, and I cannot help thinking about the death scene of Don Corleone in his garden tending his tomato plants and minding his grandchild in 'The Godfather' or tomato sauce on pizzas; so, I have an Italian man who is a bit more preened than any average man might have the time for (ah, 'metro-man'). Because the chopped tomatoes are also tinned this character is also constrained by an environment, but because tinned tomatoes are versatile and blend into many dishes as an ingredient rather than eaten alone, this character is popular and pervasive. 

Tomato Puree (not Passava) - Following the theme from the chopped tinned tomato character above but having a less sharp taste, this character needs no construction and I will take the easy way out and make this character a mature Italian woman who acts in a cohesive manner to keep family and groups together. She is complimentary to many environments. Because the tomato puree I buy is in a tube and only a squeeze is necessary to bring about its charm, then polite and reasonable attention towards this full-bodied mature character will bring about her influence. A respected character, who is often consulted to ameliorate and arbitrate. Her lesser being, perhaps younger, would be tomato ketchup - fun and cheeky and a social success, but you wouldn't take her home to your academic parents, even as a friend. Tomato ketchup is in the cupboard for those times of need, but you don't make a reservation in an expensive restaurant with it to share your woes; tomato puree wearing pearls of wisdom is the one for that.

Courgette - This is a rather bland character, as is it taste, which is distinctive as a green freshness. Youth leaps out at me with the energy and then sudden quiet of observing and listening not dissimilar to someone under twelve years old. So, a bright, inquisitive character, more poet than poser, and more thoughtful than robust, and easily overwhelmed by large forces. However, perhaps I can add some history to this character by the way it was brought into the mix. I had some courgettes in the fridge, still in the plastic bag I bought them in, from the supermarket. They were starting to go mouldy and I had to cook them the day I noticed the decay. I removed the rot and cut them into chunks and microwaved them to be put back in the fridge to include in something else; possibly just with spaghetti, garlic and a light cheese. So, the history of the courgette brings a back-story to this character as someone who was left to fester in a cold and sterile environment and rescued by someone who helped them live an existence better suited to their inner being; perhaps an orphan or street-child when young and now mild in disposition and easily overwhelmed.

Ginger - I put a tiny pinch into the toast-topper mix, yet the shape of this flavour, which due to its vibrant strength is not eaten as a nourishing carbohydrate, as far as I know, enlivens pretty much everything I eat. This is not conflict like oyster sauce, nor zest like lemon peel; this is fizz like an unexpected, much loved and familiar guest, who is always welcome at the dinner table with outlandish anecdotes and 'on-the-edge' jokes. Perhaps then, the ginger in the toast-topper should not be a character, and instead should be a situation (despite hunger in a man with experimental taste being the real reason). I think I will go with a warm evening of dining on a sea-front (I am thinking of the fisherman/lighthouse keeper and where to fit him in).

Salt and Black Pepper - Obviously, we all know salt and pepper. Alternatively, we all think we know salt, and some of us do not like pepper. The absence of salt in our diets means we will die, but not before we start to think weird (I think it is the sodium we need). With this in mind, I have salt not as a character, but as a binder in relationships. By itself, salt is something most of us find repulsive and do not want to observe to be present, yet we secretly crave it. However, some of us buy and eat food precisely because it is salty (fish and chips; salted peanuts; salt and vinegar crisps (Am. chips); salted chocolate; vodka shots; etc). For these latter people, salt is excitement, and for the rest of us, it is change in an environment; so I am going with exciting change; the opposite of stagnant lives. Because salt is a constant, so is change in all our lives, otherwise we think weird.

Black Pepper - Here is heat but not like the heat from white pepper, chillies, horseradish or mustard. This is a dark heat; a warming heat, yet it has dark shadows with constrained malice deep within it. This could be a character, but might be a situation or circumstance just as well, or easily. A jealous and spiteful admirer, or a slighted server in a restaurant, perhaps. Black Pepper could be a promise of a storm; a sonder-cloud warning of relentless destruction. Perhaps I will have Black pepper as treacherous.

Red Cabbage with Apple - A late surprise for me, as it might be for you. However, I have been eating a bit of this in the last few months out of a jar. It is the usual thing; having spirit vinegar with it. This is a late guest to the group, in reality, as in my imagined scenario. Red Cabbage infuses everything with its colour and has a slightly different flavour to just plain old White Cabbage that is over-boiled and served with mashed potato and some meat. Red Cabbage has a little surprise; a twist to an anecdote or joke. This is a character that has a stereotypical manifestation. This is Willy Wonka; Mary Poppins or Nanny McPhee. This is the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland but not the Mad Hatter. This is Emmett "Doc" Brown, the inventor-scientist in 'Back to the Future'. This person, male or female, wears a waistcoat. Red Cabbage is eccentric, harmless and fun. 

Apple - This could be sharp and tangy, or crisp and sweet, or soft with a texture like cardboard. The apple with the Red Cabbage, because it has so many varieties that are familiar to each of us, yet seems infinite in range, must be a dog. Apple is Red Cabbage's accompanying compliment. It is said that owners resemble their pets. I think that means that a dog, as a pack animal, adapts its behaviour to the pack to which it belongs. Apple then, is an exciting dog that could be entertaining on its own, yet is the foil to Red Cabbage's strange habits.

Toast - Here is the platform or carrier on, or in, which the characters and circumstance is played out. A bus can not be imagined to be a similar platform as toast, because a bus provides distraction by passing through environments, while toast tastes the same from end to end and corner to corner. So, a bit more free thinking, and often crudeness works well in memory techniques, so why not use it here; maybe,  using a toilet cubicle for number twos, in a public convenience (Am. bathroom) OR waiting in an airport departure lounge OR simply stick with a family-run local restaurant which has the same local customers, day in and day out.

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