That's a relief Carmine. I apologise, i should have known better. Thank you for your patience, things have been difficult lately....
Spot on, other than you slow cook the mince with the potatoes in it so they soak all the gravy up while cooking. MrsFT does a roasting tray sized Yorkshire which gets filled with the modge. Good splosh of Henderson's and it's the perfect winter tea.
Surely if you're a true Yorkshireman it has to be a homemade pudding with mincemeat gravy generously swimming inside said pudding.
I was strolling through Leeds once with MrsFT and some stoooodent tossed a half eaten subway towards a bin and it landed on the floor. I bent down to pick it up and put it in the bin to hear MrsFT yell "DON'T YOU DARE" from behind me. Even I have standards.
This frozen Yorkshire, was it a bit heavy ? Was it slightly stodgy on the bottom ? Ner it wont was it ! **** !
**** you! He's half Jack Russell too and he's too stupid to run away from anything! Daft bastard tried taking on a German Shepherd last time we had him out in the park. Daft bint with the GS told me to keep my vicious dog under control.
You think eating aunt Bessie Yorkshire puds is bad. What happened to me tonight makes such things pale into isignificance. After 2 years of marriage I get home from a hard days work and the wife tells me she's got a confessed to make. I grabbed myself a beer and braced myself for the news. It was worse than I could have imagined. She tells me she has got some Smash in the cupboard. ****ing Smash. I feel so cheap. Just count yourselves lucky
I'd check the sell by date. They probably didnt have sell by dates in the 70's mind. Feed some to the dog first mate, she's going to do you in.
Smash?!?!?! What did you have with it, Toast Toppers then Ice Mountain for dessert? That's an appalling show.
Oh aye, ice magic defo. Whatever happened to blancmange? Nobody has that anymore. Pudding of champions
This thread is like a confession box. I, too, happen to have some smash in the cupboard. I wouldn't eat the ****e mind, it's for little un, and she rarely eats the ****e either, only an emergency side for when there's no time for doing owt else, like when the mrs is out...
Fake yorkies. Fake stuffing. Fake mash. I feel like I don't really know some of you. I'm guessing some of you still use a sodastream too. Now I'm ashamed. Jesus H on a bike. You pushed me to it, fookers.