Here’s a thought, cook a proper meal, in adult quantities, containing, protein carbs etc and eat it, not photograph it. Then you might not be constantly starving at night!
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Blimmin eck!!! This is fascinating. I was actually in Waitrose earlier, doing a fantasy imaginary shop whilst buying one hazelnut yogurt, and I looked at the quinoa and said to my sister... "One day I will be a quinoa person... But .. just not yet".
But now I will try
That's the recipe I use.
sorry tender heart, I have no spoiler experience as yet but if a mod can, please do!
and the price is a shocker too!
As though supporting Arbroath wasn't punishment enough.
Apologies to Arbroath frauen, just a little jest.
Thats solid advice. His quantities are different to mine but his advice is solid, clearly from experience. The things she is fudging here ar ebasics. White sauce, yorkshire pudding batter, a cake mix. Its not cordon bleu is it?
Sorry but the way she weaponises disability is really gross. Not to mention, it has ableist implications that disabled people need coddling.
Obviously didn't apply to Karl of course.
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Obviously didn't apply to Karl of course.
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Why can't disabled people duck up roasties?
Ha, Jack really thought the meh roasties would win everyone over and induce bonhomie and spurt cleansing squid love* all over her timeline. No no Jack. You’re in extra-time love. Clocks ticking til the con is up. Ref is looking at her watch….
*possibly her pet name for her béchamel ?
*possibly her pet name for her béchamel ?
Seems like someone is rattled - no need to start that pile on over some awful looking spuds, when you've said before you don't like potatoes.
What's that Jack? It's not about the potatoes?! Don't forget you aren't obliged to attend every argument you are invited to. Get back to tapping the sign!
What's that Jack? It's not about the potatoes?! Don't forget you aren't obliged to attend every argument you are invited to. Get back to tapping the sign!
QI is always educational, as well as amusing
Remember when she spent a day sneering at other people's trifles on Twitter? How does she know none of the people whose pictures she posted and slagged off to her six-figure audience were or are disabled?
There are so many things that anger me about Jack. Yes there’s the spoiling her brexit vote, not paying her taxes, continuing to take money from her patreon without delivering what she said she would but one of the biggest things that really gets to me is that she sold her son’s favourite toy for money. I look at my baby boy (he is actually a baby and not a little everlasting Victorian small boy) and I just could never bring myself to do that to him.
Ah she's such a wanker. duck off Jack.
She just threw that line in for dramatic effect, her son's toy wouldn't have fetched more than a pound or two. But the fact she brags about it as if she did it is more than bad enough
Squig isn't picking on her saintly disabled warrior mother, they are saying the potatoes look shite. Not. The. Same. Thing.
A word of advice, Jack. Not everyone is going to agree with you 100% of the time outside your little Twitter bubble. If you didn't post the picture in the first place nobody would have commented.
You don't have to post the minutiae of your dreary little life so you can get your Mediterranean arse kissed.
You do yourself no favours dragging the flying monkeys around the Twattersphere piling onto random posters. You are rapidly proving that you are a thin-skinned eejit who is happy to bully anyone who disagrees with you utilising your 500k followers as ammunition. People who barely noticed you before are seeing just how creepy and obsessive you are when you hunt out comments about you.
Ya saggy handed grifter.
A word of advice, Jack. Not everyone is going to agree with you 100% of the time outside your little Twitter bubble. If you didn't post the picture in the first place nobody would have commented.
You don't have to post the minutiae of your dreary little life so you can get your Mediterranean arse kissed.
You do yourself no favours dragging the flying monkeys around the Twattersphere piling onto random posters. You are rapidly proving that you are a thin-skinned eejit who is happy to bully anyone who disagrees with you utilising your 500k followers as ammunition. People who barely noticed you before are seeing just how creepy and obsessive you are when you hunt out comments about you.
Ya saggy handed grifter.
So when she uses the word “chef”, she means it in the sense of “not in any way an actual chef, but sometimes fucks about with ingredients.”
In that case, I am also a chef. Also a seamstress because I badly sewed a wonky hem today. I’m also Alan Titchmarsh, because I dragged the lawn mower around.
In that case, I am also a chef. Also a seamstress because I badly sewed a wonky hem today. I’m also Alan Titchmarsh, because I dragged the lawn mower around.
Is top left yorkie rolling a joint?
Yes, Cypriots and the Irish are both nationalities famed for shunning spuds, so it makes sense
Roastie Detractor is now being piled on by the 
comments club but a few people are pointing out how disproportionate her response was...
comments club but a few people are pointing out how disproportionate her response was...
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