The pork chop was basically a small pork chop which I could have cooked better, mashed potato (in a side dish 'cos it was so special), shredded greens and seven artful dobs of apple sauce. And a piddly little handleless jug for the “jus”.
Still, the beer was good, the company was better, and this was one of the views on the way there:
This is where me bludd pressure shoots up dangerously.
Still, good company and splendid views might make one more tolerant towards poncey presentation and menu twattery. I only said ‘might’…
I hope that I wasn’t responsible for the old iron breaking down …
Gulp
Recycling Bins tonight, so Blue/Green Ensemble deployed
Welsh Rarebit here this evening
Must gather Meself, & go shopping tomorrow
Carinthia.xx
What did you say to it, Dere?
I encouraged it to get steam up
Of course
Tssk!
Carinthia.xx
I had chicken in a pink peppercorn sauce with potatoes three ways and the weirdest mix of vegetables evva
Turnip carrot cauliflower broccoli baby corn bean sprouts sugar snap peas and water chestnuts
All tossed in butter
The almond tart was delicious
And I am not a pud sort of tart
The pud sounds a deal nicer than the vegetables, all of which are lovely but not in the same boiling necessarily. And I am bi, if not Q: vegetables and pudding, please (if it happens to be a pudding I like, which frangipane tart almost always is. Fight you for it ;- )
Have been frustratingly orfline for most of the day, so have had to wait till now to proffer celebratory tankerfuls for everyone because I’ve finally got the sodding dressing off my leg! The end (or nearly the end) of an embuggrance that started on 22 December. Still a small dressing—just a plaster, really—to protect it while the last bit heals, and I’m sporting a rather fetching pair of the best American Tan, but all in all…
Oh, joe, hoo-bluddy-rah! < glugs several tankardsful > It has taken quite long enough, me dear, and what a lousy and tedious embuggerance it has been for you.
< grabs further tankard > Sláinte mhaith, dere joe, and please don’t do it again.
Congratulations Joe
Hallelujah
Carinthia.xx
me work here is done, apparently
[happy sippity]
Orf forra weekend in North.
Oh Joe how wonderful to read that
It is a total delight to see light that is daylight at the end of the tunnel - not just the frequent trains on the DART thundering towards you
Joe, I am very glad indeed. Here’s to the last bit getting a move on and moving off.
" Give my regards to Batley"…
And if that hasn’t summoned the Earworm, try this.
Oh dear.
sorry
I think she relied rather a lot of arrangements. Her voice was good, but too often strained or simply muddled.
We have just seen your weather for tomorrow
Serried ranks of cumulonimbuses marching east with intent to be huge thunderstorms
Then I probably won’t be doing the local Art Trail after all, which is a bit of a pity. But there’s always Sunday, of course.
Just tested a cloud
It’s going to be a good strength for ye lovely folk
