Serious burgerdom tonight. Steak hache (cooked medium rare) with the usual bacon, tomato and lettuce but with the addition of Maroilles cheese. Talk about raising a humble burger (albeit with excellent beef) to another level
Steak pie, chips and gravy fucking delish.
Tonight was veeery rare (Saignant) rump steak served on a potato rosti with a slab of Fois Gras melted over the top…with FAT chips.
The orgasmic thrills this caused are beyond anything this side of Barbarella.
Bread too thick, grilled one side and buttered the other. Butter definitely too thick. Extra thick bacon, grilled. Cherry tomatoes, grilled and skinned. Too much iceberg lettuce.
Edit: and great coffee.
Just the one mince pie for lunch today, I think.
Nowt wrong with sarnie in my book
Here’s one we should all not be eating (canola = rape seed oil = most generic cooking oils):
Did the egg land just as it came out of the oven?
Don’t know. Don’t care.
Egg on pizza = Fail.
Every time.
Not a pizza. A Flammekueche
Get.to.feck. It is a tarte flambée, which is Alsatian for a fucking pizza. Therefore no egg.
Potato = Potarto
It’s a police dog where I’m from
Your lunch today, looks like it was someone else’s dinner yesterday first…
Spud (not chips) and Egg = too.
It is still a pizza, even if you want to call it a potato
Whatever you call that it’s a fuck ton of calories
My kinda food
Looks like an alien from Dr Who.
You really do eat some shite.