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Post by riotgrrl on Jan 12, 2011 19:35:27 GMT
Bought cloves for first time. Used them on a ham. They added nothing to it. In fact, the opposite.
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Post by Weyland on Jan 12, 2011 19:50:01 GMT
Bought cloves for first time. Used them on a ham. They added nothing to it. In fact, the opposite. How true. Just so you know, and for a reasonable consideration, the WY Corporation would be prepared to represent you in any court case hypothetically brought against you by Jean-of-Aigburth Inc.
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Post by everso on Jan 12, 2011 22:22:33 GMT
Homemade lentil soup and cheese on toast. Time is tight and so is money - so is money right now, trust me! This property game is an expensive malarkey. Although hopefully shortly I will be a two-house owner. Mortgaged and in debt to my back teeth of course . . . Hopefully your back teeth are more secure than mine. See "I, Claudius"
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Post by sesley on Jan 15, 2011 19:20:49 GMT
toad in the hole with onion gravy bashed neeps and carrots all made by me non of that aunt bessie stuff needed. or wanted.
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Post by everso on Jan 23, 2011 18:41:21 GMT
Tonight it will be:
Lamb casserole with dumplings
Lamb - cut up into small pieces, 2 onions, 2 turnips, 2 carrots, several sticks of celery, half a sweet potato, two medium potatoes, lots of stock, and several hours in a slow oven. The dumplings go in 20 minutes before the end of cooking.
'bout time I poured myself a glass of red, really.
Followed by ice cream, chocolate sauce and meringues (see the Meringue thread, btw - there's an update)
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Post by Weyland on Jan 23, 2011 18:51:37 GMT
Tonight it will be: Lamb casserole with dumplings Lamb - cut up into small pieces, 2 onions, 2 turnips, 2 carrots, several sticks of celery, half a sweet potato, two medium potatoes, lots of stock, and several hours in a slow oven. The dumplings go in 20 minutes before the end of cooking. 'bout time I poured myself a glass of red, really. Followed by ice cream, chocolate sauce and meringues (see the Meringue thread, btw - there's an update) Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Sorry. I still have no kitchen. <fill in dinner invitation here>
You say "several sticks of celery". Shurely shome mishtake? One stick is plenty, in my experience. Two at a push. [The worst soup I ever had was an old friend's speciality dish -- celery soup. It was consistently vile. After several attempts, I eventually expressed my opinion. She was so upset that I will never speak my mind about somebody's cooking in their presence again. Never.]
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Post by aubrey on Jan 23, 2011 22:08:19 GMT
It took me ages to confess to our lass that I didn't like Cous cous. She took it quite well.
But:
Well it's the end of the working week and I'm rushing back home quick I'm starving I'm fair klempt tha knows I could eat a butter brick I need stodgy food without the fuss Then wife gives me a plate of cous cous
I said I'm sorry love but I want's a chippy tea
Chippy tea, chippy tea I want's a chippy tea But you keep givin posh nosh it don't agree with me I don't want lobster thermadore Or your rasberry coulie I'm a working man from Lancashire and I wants a chippy tea
Plenty salt and vinegar on that love Leave it open will ya darling
It's dark when I sets off to work It's dark when I come home And all I want is simple food Not Din Sum from Ken Hom Her inspiration's ready steady cook Am I eating it? Am I f... it's friday night and i want a chippy tea
Chippy tea, chippy tea I want's a chippy tea But you keep givin posh nosh it don't agree with me I don't want lobster thermadore With your rasberry coolie It's Friday night I'm within my rights I wants a chippy tea
"And in the red kitchen William is preparing griddled squid With coconut pesto Chilli jam and an ice cointreau custard"
"And in the Lancashire kitchen Bernards brought back from the chippy Chips, peas, pudding, gravy wrapped a carton of curry, a barmcake and a can of vimto Now"
Chippy tea, chippy tea I want's a chippy tea But you keep givin posh nosh it don't agree with me I don't want lobster thermadore Or your rasberry coulie I'm a working man from Lancashire and I wants a chippy tea
Got any of your satchets of tomato sauce Throw us a chicken in there will you love
Wigan chippys they have baby's heads In St Helen's they serve splits But tha's giving nouvel cuisine And all I want is chips I don't care if it's one of Nigela's I think that's a funny name for a fella I'm not eating it I wants a chippy tea
One last time
Chippy tea, chippy tea I want's a chippy tea But you keep givin posh nosh it don't agree with me You can keep your Jamie Olivers Or your Gordon Ramsey's I'm a working man from Lancashire and I wants a chippy tea
Right Throw a sausage in that batter love Pass us one of those 2p forks
That's one of the best things about Frenzy (the pseudo philosophical bits, by Anthony Schaeffer (sp?) are crap, and misogynist as well) the way the policeman's wife has a cordon bleu book and keeps trying bits out of it, and he hates it)
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Post by everso on Jan 24, 2011 0:00:09 GMT
Tonight it will be: Lamb casserole with dumplings Lamb - cut up into small pieces, 2 onions, 2 turnips, 2 carrots, several sticks of celery, half a sweet potato, two medium potatoes, lots of stock, and several hours in a slow oven. The dumplings go in 20 minutes before the end of cooking. 'bout time I poured myself a glass of red, really. Followed by ice cream, chocolate sauce and meringues (see the Meringue thread, btw - there's an update) Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Sorry. I still have no kitchen. <fill in dinner invitation here>
You say "several sticks of celery". Shurely shome mishtake? One stick is plenty, in my experience. Two at a push. [The worst soup I ever had was an old friend's speciality dish -- celery soup. It was consistently vile. After several attempts, I eventually expressed my opinion. She was so upset that I will never speak my mind about somebody's cooking in their presence again. Never.] Oh, sorry Weyland, I forgot about your kitchen! Poor you. How much longer is it going to be like this? What has the insurance company said? Re celery. Well, we like celery so I put in about 3 stalks - but it was a very big casserole (actually, it was about half a head of celery, but it was one of those "celery hearts" where the stalks aren't quite so long). And celery soup? Yum! I also added half a pack of one of those soup mixes where you get lentils, dried peas and all the other gubbins. Christ, it was a monster casserole.
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Post by Weyland on Jan 24, 2011 13:03:48 GMT
Oh, sorry Weyland, I forgot about your kitchen! Poor you. How much longer is it going to be like this? What has the insurance company said? It's all rolling, but very, very slowly. They're -- forgive me -- snowed under. A plumber, an electrician, and the drying people (Polygon) have been so far. Two huge fans and a big dehumidifier running 24/7. I reckon it was extracting more than 5 litres a day. I say "was" -- the dehumidifier has given up the ghost. Only just managed to report it. Times are dire at Castle Yutani. I like properly made celery soup, but hers wasn't. I use celeriac in stews and soups, and maybe one stick. My very oldest friend (all my life, almost) eats it raw, with <shudder> sugar in the groove. He also cuts the crusts off bread and loves the Beatles. Pervert. I often put barley in soup, sometimes in a stew. Love the texture.
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Post by jean on Jan 24, 2011 23:31:58 GMT
I will never speak my mind about somebody's cooking in their presence again. Never.] So you didn't like my pickled red cabbage, then?
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Post by Weyland on Jan 25, 2011 10:25:18 GMT
I will never speak my mind about somebody's cooking in their presence again. Never.] So you didn't like my pickled red cabbage, then? I see. Now she's calling me a liar. Riot/Pat: I want her Fluff Quotient set back to zero, and I want it NOW!
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Post by riotgrrl on Jan 25, 2011 15:55:38 GMT
So you didn't like my pickled red cabbage, then? I see. Now she's calling me a liar. Riot/Pat: I want her Fluff Quotient set back to zero, and I want it NOW! Little boys who make demands don't always get what they want in this world.
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Post by Weyland on Jan 25, 2011 16:16:58 GMT
I see. Now she's calling me a liar. Riot/Pat: I want her Fluff Quotient set back to zero, and I want it NOW! Little boys who make demands don't always get what they want in this world. Oh, Riot, how cruel. I thought better of you. I had even prepared this offering for you on St Valentine's Day, inspired by St Madonna in her Scottish Castle Phase . . . A single perfect red rose for Riot, and a loving dedication: Like a ned ned.But, in the immortal words of Nanker Phelge, "I used to love her, but it's all over now."
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Post by riotgrrl on Jan 25, 2011 16:37:17 GMT
Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation.
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Post by everso on Jan 25, 2011 17:00:05 GMT
I've never gone for that "single red rose" lark. It's a full bouquet or nothing I'm afraid.
[waits for "o.k. then, nothing"]
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Post by everso on Jan 25, 2011 17:14:17 GMT
I was out to lunch today with a friend and we went to Prezzo. I had a Quattro Formaggi pizza. So that's my cheese ration for a month all used up in one day.
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Post by jean on Jan 25, 2011 17:37:08 GMT
How did riot manage 93,583 posts without my noticing?
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Post by riotgrrl on Jan 25, 2011 17:59:05 GMT
How did riot manage 93,583 posts without my noticing? That's a special little secret that we couldn't possibly share . . lols.
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Post by Weyland on Jan 25, 2011 18:53:16 GMT
Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation. Oh, stay, sweet warbling ned-ned, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy soothing, fond complaining.
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Post by Weyland on Jan 25, 2011 19:14:41 GMT
I've never gone for that "single red rose" lark. It's a full bouquet or nothing I'm afraid. [waits for "o.k. then, nothing"]Not nothing from me, dear lady . . . One Perfect RoseA single flow'r he sent me, since we met. All tenderly his messenger he chose; Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet – One perfect rose.
I knew the language of the floweret; 'My fragile leaves,' it said, 'his heart enclose.' Love long has taken for his amulet One perfect rose.
Why is it no one ever sent me yet One perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it's always just my luck to get One perfect rose.
-- Dorothy Parker
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