I had Hienz Baked Beans and gravy as well!Rustic artisan's pottage with a mixed root vegetable crust, brushed with a parmesan glaze.
£15 a portion.
You unsophisticates are missing a trick.
I had Hienz Baked Beans and gravy as well!Rustic artisan's pottage with a mixed root vegetable crust, brushed with a parmesan glaze.
£15 a portion.
You unsophisticates are missing a trick.
I'll be honest Ernie i always have cold custard on Crumble or Bananas or out of the tin on its own. Same with Rice Pudding. The mrs goes mad when i sit and eat Rice Pud out of the tin.Hot and cold on the same plate?
Ffs, we're not savages, man.
Home made chicken madras.
Instead of rice, i had...i kid ye not.....butternut squash grated into long strings looks like spaghetti.
Its pre-packed in Tesco's 3 packs for £2
You stir fry it for four minutes, it looks like orange spaghetti but with a sweeter flavour.
It has zero carbs and about 39 calories per pack and for healthy food is really tasty...
Since 27th December, i've lost over a stone just cutting out all white bread, pasta and rice, and feel bloody better for it.
The other day I was weak and had some cheese and onion hula hoops.....the shame......
The wife made tea the other night.
It looked odd.
Like Spag Bol but obviously not.
"What's this?" I enquired.
"It's courgetti", she replied.
It was spaghetti, but made out of a courgette.
With a special cutter thing, that her sister gave her for Christmas.
Courgette spaghetti.
The dirty, dirty bastard.
Sounds like good reasoning for murder to me, Ern.
Though that's just me.
The wife made tea the other night.
It looked odd.
Like Spag Bol but obviously not.
"What's this?" I enquired.
"It's courgetti", she replied.
It was spaghetti, but made out of a courgette.
With a special cutter thing, that her sister gave her for Christmas.
Courgette spaghetti.
The dirty, dirty bastard.
I had chicken kievs and chips. Proper ones not those horrible processed ****e things.
£3 each for a quarter chicken filled with garlic butter and covered in bread crumbs. Had two. Nearly ate the bones as well I was that hungry.
Couldn't be arsed to make a pudding so just ate half a pack of Border shortbread biscuits and washed it down with a glass of blueberry, pomegranate and acai smoothie.
This could be the start of something big for you( some ****s dirty blouse)My new blog, first an introduction.
I don't have any friends, will you be my friends? I'll make things up & try to be interesting. I'm not funny but I am lonely.
People think I'm boring, I am but that doesn't mean I shouldn't get the attention I crave. Please talk to me, I'll tell you all about imaginary lady friends & how they gave me imaginary dirty diseases.
Is this place for football? That's good, I can make up a pretend brother who knows about football. He does, he really does. I support different teams & like others to think I go to games, it makes me look popular, but I'm not.
My dolls are my friends we talk about things & tell each other our secrets about internet dates & being active with other grown ups. Gosh I'm funny, please notice me.
If you think it'll make you laugh I can make innuendo jokes about my lawn & it getting a trim. Oh I'm giggling to myself, are you giggling too?
I'm not allowed to drive because of my condition, I have multiple personalities & the wrong one kept turning up for the test so they banned me forever but I do have make-believe cars that I dram I can afford with my disability allowance.
My helper cooks my tea. I like fish fingers & happy faces with spaghetti hoops.
If there's something on here on the other threads I can make up fictitious accounts of similar interests like cycling. I have two cycles. I'm safe on one & are allowed on the park all on my own.. Three wheels are better than two. Yesterday I smashed my PB for doing a circuit around the swings, slide & rocking horse. The other I fall off & bang my head when they take the side wheels off. Why do they take them off? Don't they like me? Do they want me to get brain damage? Please notice me, it's good for my ego.
I grow tomatoes in my garden at my foster parents. What do they look like when they're ready? I've never been kept long enough in the same place to see them ready. They want to keep me but I have to move on because they say I'm too clever for them & at 47 I should be living independently or something like that. I'll ask my pretend brother what it means later when I go to bed.
Stick around with me, I'm engaging & captivating.
The wife made tea the other night.
It looked odd.
Like Spag Bol but obviously not.
"What's this?" I enquired.
"It's courgetti", she replied.
It was spaghetti, but made out of a courgette.
With a special cutter thing, that her sister gave her for Christmas.
Courgette spaghetti.
The dirty, dirty bastard.
Think its Leeks. Its a Hairy Biker Recipe. the mrs is threatening to make it. She's at Fat Club, I mean Slimming World, tonight. No Crumble for herMy daughter makes a diet version of lasagne with layers of cabbage instead of pasta (or it might be leeks, I forget), swears it's lovely.
I had fish and chips, it was national fish and chip awards day after all.
Been dog-sitting for the past week, but Bella the boxer got picked up this afternoon, seems a bit quiet here now.