A bowl of piping hot home-made chicken soup for lunch today
Oven baked Paella-cum-Kedgeree.
You Colonials eat some wierd fucking shitâŚ
Greggs Steak Bake. I feel unclean.
Gristle wrapped in soggy pastry
Whatâs not to like
Jesus, why?
A handful of cheap Richmond sausages I baked in the oven for the dogs. Now feel like Iâve been gargling baking soda.
cunt
stupid creatures love 'em
I feel a bit sick thoâ
Could be crueller. It could have been a Greggs Steak bake. Those dogs donât know how lucky they are.
pastry dinner
Looking forward to January. Your girls are in fine form. Hope they havenât peaked too early.
Christ, they look good.
Lazy cos manflu, so checked-out the reborn pizza shop in the village after itâs had a couple of months to settle downâŚ
The original was ace - the owner was an Egyptian guy who belongs on this forum - deep into bitter, mardy late middle-age, and he cooked damn fine and substantial pizzas - loaded with nice, fresh, identifiable things.
The shop is now one of those places you avoid if you donât live in the area or are not driving a lorry with a dead schoolgirl in the cab - pizza, pasta, fried chicken, chips, burgers, nuggets, wraps, kebabs, assorted fried lumps that kids and fatmums love - pretty much if it fits in a fryer, theyâll scorch it.
Anyway, not a review - but to my surprise, the two different pizzas plus fried chicken were surprisingly bloody nice, fresh, tasty, thoroughly ungreasy, and a couple of hours on I have yet to catastrophically shit myself. Not gonna attract many hipster twats, but then thatâs a win too.
Itâs really really hard to fuck up pizza. My standards are gratifyingly low in this regard.
Yep, must admit, mine plummet when someone else is making it and itâs dirt cheap.
Cheese on toast, with bits. Albeit these were a fair bit better than that - not freezerbag shit at-all.
By the way, you should get your fat arse to Lopwell. Itâs a weekend of gratuitous food porn.