Off Topic The Christmas Thread

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We use our George Foreman quite a bit.

I make toasted sarnies in it for a start.

Now the butter knife.

WTF.

Why would you need a knife that has just ONE job, to whit, spread butter?

Normal knives do that, as well as all other knifery related requirements.

Butter knife? Frig me. GTF.
 
We use the Breville all the time. Cheese n Chorizo toastys.
Ye will go for Yateszz cheers Askew.

Not been to Brid in ages Castro, keep meaning to.

Barbara's no name for a storm is it. Barbara is your aunty who drank Mackeson and sang Sally pride of our alley at Christmas. I miss her.

You're not missing much. Lots of cones about though if you miss the ones in Hull once they are gone. If you ever do make it this way let me know if you want advice on where to eat, have a pint etc.
 
I bought the Mrs a nutribullet last year. She desperately wanted one, so desperately that on the eve of its first anniversary it has never been out of the box.

Bastard.
 
We use our George Foreman quite a bit.

I make toasted sarnies in it for a start.

Now the butter knife.

WTF.

Why would you need a knife that has just ONE job, to whit, spread butter?

Normal knives do that, as well as all other knifery related requirements.

Butter knife? Frig me. GTF.

You don't need a special knife for butter when you take the butter out of the fridge and cut off slices to layer over the bread.
 
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We use our George Foreman quite a bit.

I make toasted sarnies in it for a start.

Now the butter knife.

WTF.

Why would you need a knife that has just ONE job, to whit, spread butter?

Normal knives do that, as well as all other knifery related requirements.

Butter knife? Frig me. GTF.
I bought a set of vintage fish knives on eBay, because they were engraved with an old Hull company's name

.......................it's possible that I may have been drinking

(weirdly I found them yesterday in the garage, I upgraded them so now they won't be used from a much better location!)
 
Tickles sat behind me at the KC for years, only I didn't know it was him until he after he'd died.

Funny really, as I'd had lots of meetings with him at the club and outside when he was trying to get the different fan groups to work together, but he never let on.
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Apropos the crumpet and pikelet debate: Although I'm fairly ambivalent towards the nomenclature of either breaded product, I am less intolerant towards the naming of the muffin. It's not an English muffin. A muffin is English anyway and cannot be confused with any other baked product. A muffin that's not an English muffin isn't a muffin at all, it's a ****ing big cup cake. Or a large bun. Or maybe a small plain gateux. But it's not a muffin so there's no need to deliniate another breaded comestible otherwise called a muffin as pertaining from any particular country, England or otherwise.


Just wanted to clear this up.
So what about Scotch pancakes? Remember them?

Thin sweet tasting things.
 
I have it on good authority that the Missus has got us a nutribullet for Christmas.

Now, I got quite excited 'cos I believed this to be a high powered adult style toy as seen on a dirty Pulse and Cocktails leaflet what I found in a hedge but a bit of surreptitious Googling revealed that it is infact something called a smoothie maker.

Now I'm already a smoothie but I'm beginning to worry that the days of full English may be over.


2017. The year of the peach, grape, kale and flaxseed delight as Ernie's start to the day.
Just sneak the odd sausage in while she's not looking :biggrin:
 
We use the Breville all the time. Cheese n Chorizo toastys.
Ye will go for Yateszz cheers Askew.

Not been to Brid in ages Castro, keep meaning to.

Barbara's no name for a storm is it. Barbara is your aunty who drank Mackeson and sang Sally pride of our alley at Christmas. I miss her.
Don't go to Brid. That's all.