that Chennette fed me.
Good food to.
There were baked potatoes, rubbed with garlic and substitute butter.
And steamed cauliflower.
Rocket greens.
Baigan and crimini mushrooms roasted.
And, what we have waited for a looong time to try since we saw it on Take Home Chef, toasted havarti cheese on french bread.
It was all GOOD and we didn’t even need a cream sauce to bind it all together.
:)
I’m going to a match on Saturday, the outcome of which doesn’t matter to anyone…except maybe some West Indian pride (Same for tomorrow).
I’m not worrying any more.
We just don’t want to play, it seems.
And people complaining about how you were promised a match between Pakistan and India on whatever day that Ireland vs Bangladesh match was…get a grip. I don’t care that you spent thousands of dollars. What are you implying? That you paid off ICC to make sure Pakistan and India qualified? They had to qualify past the first round for crying out loud.
All you could have been promised was that *if* Pakistan made it through, they would be playing then and *if* India made it through they would have been playing then and *if* they both made it through to the Super Eights, they would have been playing against each other. It would always have been taking a chance on that match being them. They didn’t do what they had to do. Not anybody else. But that doesn’t mean they deserve violent treatment either.
So, if Pakistan and India lost all three of their matches, you would still want them to play in the Super Eights? Of course you would but shouldn’t some sense kick in? That they had to earn the right to get there. I want us to be in the semi finals…but we didn’t earn it.
