Liver. The wife or daughters won’t touch it and I very rarely cook.
Kippers or mackerel. I’m not allowed it as it stinks the house out. I love kippers for breakfast.
Chicken Chassuer. I love it. No one else does.
Cheese and potato pie. My favourite dinner in the world. Death row meal. I get it about twice a year and it still ain’t as good as my dad’s.
I could go on. A house full of yo yo dieting women. Who seem to think that eating spaghetti fucking bolognese twice a week is ok. That or bastard chicken fajitas.
I feel better now. Thanks.
Oh my God. My dear old Mum 98 today used to make those for me 30/40 years ago. I'd forgotten all about them, absolutely delicious !
Early childhood neighboring kibbutz had a bakery. All the bread I knew (1 kind of brown loaf) came from there. They used to glue a stamp shaped sticker to one of the Crusty ends. Eating the crust with the sticker on it was heaven.
Liver. The wife or daughters won’t touch it and I very rarely cook.
Kippers or mackerel. I’m not allowed it as it stinks the house out. I love kippers for breakfast.
Chicken Chassuer. I love it. No one else does.
Cheese and potato pie. My favourite dinner in the world. Death row meal. I get it about twice a year and it still ain’t as good as my dad’s.
I could go on. A house full of yo yo dieting women. Who seem to think that eating spaghetti fucking bolognese twice a week is ok. That or bastard chicken fajitas.
I feel better now. Thanks.
Oh my God. My dear old Mum 98 today used to make those for me 30/40 years ago. I'd forgotten all about them, absolutely delicious !
it was a staple in my house in the 70s. How my dad got the cheese that stringy or the top burnt just enough I’ll never know. My daughters made me it on Fathers Day. I love it. With streaky bacon and grilled tomatoes.
Happy birthday to your mum. Enjoy every minute with her.
There's an excellent Italian café in London. A small one. I can't remember exactly where it was but it's good. A privately owned cafe run by an Italian family.
Cheers Dave, I'll just have a wander around next time I'm over and see if i can find it...
There's an excellent Italian café in London. A small one. I can't remember exactly where it was but it's good. A privately owned cafe run by an Italian family.
Cheers Dave, I'll just have a wander around next time I'm over and see if i can find it...
I think it was in London.
Come to think of it....it may have actually been in Middlesbrough. Not 100%
There's an excellent Italian café in London. A small one. I can't remember exactly where it was but it's good. A privately owned cafe run by an Italian family.
Cheers Dave, I'll just have a wander around next time I'm over and see if i can find it...
I think it was in London.
Come to think of it....it may have actually been in Middlesbrough. Not 100%
Good luck 🙂
Well I'm not wandering around f***ing Middlesbrough...
Bbq pork and rice with lashings of chilli from Wong Kei in China town.
Used to be in there a lot. Love the place. Especially being treated like shit and told to sit down with other people. Top stuff. Food was good as well.
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I got forced to go to a Korean restaurant and didn't think much of it. Sweet & sour everything.
Overpriced and kind of bland. The soups are good.
Eating the crust with the sticker on it was heaven.
On my bucket list...
I think it was in London.
Come to think of it....it may have actually been in Middlesbrough. Not 100%
Good luck 🙂
Faggots
Peas pudding
Fish roe on toast
Banana fritters (Curry Asia, Thomas Street)