Why do guys...?

A growler is a northern reference to a pie, usually a meat pie.
Yep. We use 'growler' for a pork pie in the shire too, i just never knew it was used for a clunge.

She has just called me a 'burmo' now....
I have no idea wtf that means either!
 
Custard cakes I meant egg custards with a bit of nutmeg on top.
Love em, but have to say the Portuguese have the custard tart nailed....


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I always thought it was because you could use "guys" as a gender neutral way of talking to a mixed group of people, but bafflingly they do also use it to also just mean men. They are a weird people

Well I learnt something new there.

If I have ever used the word guys, when it is used it is very rare and in a group of mixed sexes I would always use guys and gals.

Though I tend to use hello chaps/lads if a group of men and hello ladies for women, guys isn't a word I use tbh
 
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I take it custard cakes are custard slices?
I had a serious addiction to a cake called a Bavarian Slice. It was a mixture of an egg custard to give it it's proper pronunciation with fresh cream blended and whipped to perfection. It was square in shape with flaky pastry and a layer of jam and finished with icing on the top and was not something you could just eat on the move. At my worst down moment I was doing 5 a day.
 
I had a serious addiction to a cake called a Bavarian Slice. It was a mixture of an egg custard to give it it's proper pronunciation with fresh cream blended and whipped to perfection. It was square in shape with flaky pastry and a layer of jam and finished with icing on the top and was not something you could just eat on the move. At my worst down moment I was doing 5 a day.


My Diabetis has just walked out in protest.
 
I had a serious addiction to a cake called a Bavarian Slice. It was a mixture of an egg custard to give it it's proper pronunciation with fresh cream blended and whipped to perfection. It was square in shape with flaky pastry and a layer of jam and finished with icing on the top and was not something you could just eat on the move. At my worst down moment I was doing 5 a day.

I went to a posh butchers in Sheff once, pointed at one of these, the lass on the patisserie said it was called a Millefeuille. I've never felt so far away from home in my life.

It was quite a nice feeling.
 

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