Tuesday, 29 November 2011

The skies have opened

Well I got in then the clouds opened. Thankfully I could avoid what looked like the entire North Sea dropping on us, Beloved could not. And by the drowned rat look of him he had to spend some time out in it. Then he collapsed damply all over the new sofa (the sofa! NOOOO!)

There is only one solution to this. A frying pan. Bacon, eggs, black pudding, sausages, tomato gravy, mushrooms, onions, rostis, kidney - FRY 'EM ALL and serve with bread and proper butter!

finished off when he's sure he cannot eat one more greasey mouthful, with a great big vanilla treacle duff with lashings upon lashings of custard

Screw calories, this is food for the SOOOOOUL!

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