Jack Monroe #154 The book has furloughed itself
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The sonic boom reported over East Anglia and London recently was probably them going supernova.
vegan crackling predates all of these
I think quite a few of us (cough cough, granola, cough, pistachio milk, cough) need to take this advice.
I have the recipe!
Oats
Maple syrup (or golden/treacle/agave/glucose syrup as all syrups are the same).
Oil (sunflower/olive/extra virgin/coconut/melted lard/leftover fat from sausages because all fat is the same).
Cinnamon (or any other spice because all spices are the same).
Put a tablespoon of each into a blender and whizz it up. Cook for 5 hours. Serves 6 people.
Feel free to forward onto Prince Philip
Especially those of us who are still wondering what was simmering back in June. (screenshot: Northern Soul)I think quite a few of us (cough cough, granola, cough, pistachio milk, cough) need to take this advice.
I’m still waiting for her to get back from the shop and start up november’s lockdown larder.
Think this guy's still waiting for a better picture of her framed art.
And the pistachio milk.
I hate the term ally. I don't know why, but I hate it. Maybe because I'm German?
did she ever send the packet of crisps to australia? Or collect and thank the person who sent her that shopping trolley when she was pretending to be poor just before her collab with two major food brands?
I hate the term 'ally' too. Makes me thing of all the Nice Guys™️ like the smolrobot man.
My great-aunts refused to 'bother the doctor'. One fell and 'hurt her leg' but wouldn't call the doctor. Dad told them that she had to be walking or they couldn't come to us for Christmas and New Year. Of course, when he went to collect them, she wasn't so he had to carry her down from the second floor tenement flat. She couldn't get out of bed so dad called the doctor who came first thing in the morning. She had broken her leg at the hip so was carted off back to the same city she had come from in an ambulance and put in traction. It never healed properly because of the time delay but she was incandescent with anger at her nephew for daring to call the doctor. Weird.
The sm*lrobot man called his wife a Spousebot today. To paraphrase Jack, I did a lil sick in my mouth.
The only thing simmering that day was a big pot of steaming egomania
could I use sausage toffee in place of cinnamon?
Answer came there none
Spousebot is a lot like Mrs J as a nickname, isn't it?
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