We live on an island, we have the best seafood in the world. Its weirdo's like you who have put our fishing industry on its knees, after Brexit. I dont know how you can sleep at night. Try a languistine in garlic and chilli and get with the funky beat. Weirdo.Anyone who eats fish is a United fan. There, I said it!
Fucking weirdos.
:) My mum was in that class of culinary wizardry. The only plus that came out of her lack of cooking talent was me learning to cook as an act of rebellious survival. As a kid i think I ate the weight of a Chieftan Tank in crispy pancakes. Her homemade soup was and still is, the worst ever made by a human being. And i am including soup made in Stalins Russian Gulags out of a rotten turnip root and an old shoe. Never baked a cake, thankfully, so, every cloud.I can argue my mum's liver and onions would come pretty close.
She used to just boil it and serve it grey. She also tried us with tripe and onions once.
I'd rather have eaten cat shit.
And don't get me started on her corned beef hash. We were so poor we would have a tin between the five of us, so basically water, carrots and spuds.
Kids today don't know they are born. Probably couldn't even use a key to open a tin of corned beef.
Brilliant made me chuckle that ..what feared me and still does as kid in tough times mams boiled ribs and cabbage, boiled potatoes with bacon and peas. A luxury was the those vesta chow mien with them fried noodle things.:) My mum was in that class of culinary wizardry. The only plus that came out of her lack of cooking talent was me learning to cook as an act of rebellious survival. As a kid i think I ate the weight of a Chieftan Tank in crispy pancakes. Her homemade soup was and still is, the worst ever made by a human being. And i am including soup made in Stalins Russian Gulags out of a rotten turnip root and an old shoe. Never baked a cake, thankfully, so, every cloud.
Potted beef sandwiches? You fucking toff. I used to dream of potted beef sandwiches. I used to dream a lot about food, nothing fancy like your sandwiches, just edible.Brilliant made me chuckle that ..what feared me and still does as kid in tough times mams boiled ribs and cabbage, boiled potatoes with bacon and peas. A luxury was the those vesta chow mien with them fried noodle things.
I was looked at being posh at school as I had the luxury of potted beef sandwiches, not the lemon curd what my friends had to endure.
Me too. Great author John Wyndham.Just reading that now....
The actual story,"Casting the Runes" is equally shit-making.That old black and white film " Night of the Demon " scared the k**king shit out off me.
Kids today got it easy ;-)