The gravy is like a jug of farts, ready to be reborn as more farts.
When clearing away after dinner, I can frequently be found drinking the gravy out of the jug* (if any remains after dinner) like complete greedy goblin.I love to mop gravy up with bread, it's my guilty pleasure. When I visit my partner's (upper) middle class parents, it's all I can do to stop myself nipping to the kitchen mid meal for a slice. I could just imagine their faces.![]()
I’ve a sneaking suspicion that this was one of Jack’s famous “one and done” recipes - like her lasagne white sauce. Which we all know to be a complete waste of time, effort, food and money - and the people who are cooking Jack’s recipes cannot afford that kind of food waste, nor do they have the well stocked fridges, freezers and store cupboards to rustle up an alternative meal when the family are complaining of hunger later in the day. I can barely imagine a more depressing Christmas.I'm still amazed that blending raw onions then boiling them was the result of two full weeks of work.
Imagine what her first drafts were like...![]()
Under each individual recipe she’ll need to force in her “origin story”, relive the moment she thought up the idea for beige Marie Rose sauce while under a train, and how she kicked a man in the shins while wrestling for the wrinkly yellow-sticker chicken. Jack isn’t capable of typing up a simple list of ingredients plus method.I still don’t understand why it would be a veryyyyy long post? Blog? She has a blog, yes? Start with meat bla bla, then do this, bla bla. Divide things up into ingredients at the bottom of recipe. Surely nobody actually needs this recipe of how to make an insipid tasteless roast. Jack, you are NOT doing anyone a favour with that ugly pile of tit. Send the picture to your fifty shades of beigemugspatreons instead, love. Now duck off!
We have been doing this for the last three christmases.I have a friend who doesn't 'do' Christmas. No particular reason, she just never has.
Her kids all go to their inlaws and she sits and watches telly with a pizza delivery. She loves it.
My youngest mini moo was jealous when i said this is what my friend did for Christmas and asked if we could get pizza too.
I'm thinking that if anyone got served the above for Christmas, they too would be dialling up for a Domino's....
It's the bread or licking the plate!I love to mop gravy up with bread, it's my guilty pleasure. When I visit my partner's (upper) middle class parents, it's all I can do to stop myself nipping to the kitchen mid meal for a slice. I could just imagine their faces.![]()
That honestly looks like Cooper has been sick in the glass.Many pages behind, but surely this is rice pudding? After Southend constabulary have cracked our case of the century they’re gonna have to look for the missing person in this dish - where the duck are the prawns?!
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Looool someone beat me to it! X
This made me laugh out loud!!That bird looks like it’s gone through a disastrous turmeric treatment at a spa.
And this made me run for the bathroom
Has she deleted that tweet or am I just inept and can't see it?Does anyone else think the way Louisa worded her tweet was strange? She didn't say she tested positive or that she had corona. She simply said "a positive corona test result".
Maybe Louisa isn't positive. Jack may or may not be. Maybe it's SB since the story started with him/his teacher. So Louisa is just saying "oh great, sharing a house with corona. Happy Birthday to me", kinda..
Misery and despair in a glass.I’m not being facetious. Wtf am I looking at here? Is this the prawn thing? Where’s the prawn? Is it the dessert?
ThiS is now I think it went. Day oneI'm still amazed that blending raw onions then boiling them was the result of two full weeks of work.
Imagine what her first drafts were like...![]()
Yes. Luckily the razor sharp wit of these threads has me hooting up lungs right left and centre - keeps the despair at bay.I never understood why people take a break from the threads until now, she can really get to you, can’t she?