In truth, the correct temperature + the gentleman’s measure of butter = stodge
There wasn’t any expensive fabric near the tea and bun, don’t worry. Funnily enough, I did knock a cup of coffee over last week that one of my colleagues put down momentarily close to me, but that I didn’t see. Since then we have been a bit more careful. It didnt ruin anything…
I’m thinking of a HCB by post service. Slightly under-do them so that people can get them properly hot without having them dry out.
Should be OK for this Easter season. But by this time next year Ms Rudd’s redoubtable new Border Force should be in position and I imagine that will spell the end of getting anything fresh from abroad ever again.
VB
Tesco HCB - bit claggy. Flavour enhanced with a smear of yeast extract. A lovely umami and sweet combo of flavour.
I’ve flagged that as inappropriate.
Really?
Yup, really.
Am I being extra dim?
That’s quite a standard for you to be even more dim than usual.
I fear it and yet am oddly intrigued at the same time.
Impossibility. HCB besmirched with unnatural effluents is a closer approximation to the goings on in that photo.
I don’t understand?
Hot cross bacon butty-gate Pt. 2.
Do we have a naughty step?
Possibly maybe. But the wood plank and carrot leaning at a jaunty angle.