Please. [ grateful gluggity]
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Morning
Frozzed snow here and bitterly cold
Grump grump moan whinge gurn greet
Anyone want an egg banjo?
Away from wor Gus who would hate that sort of squaddie grub
Served with chips cooked in a field kitchen
But it was warm food that kept the cold out
Twellsy!
I googled it.
And nearly threw up.
When Mr C did his National Service, the âFood of the Godsâ was an Kaisersemmel filled wivvan fried egg.
They are not really my thing, but I made plenty for him.
Carinthia. xx
They were food of the gods when you had been doing a road block for 12 hours and had 8 to go in the winter
Especially when delivered made up in army cold boxes used as hot boxes for food and the vast cold box affair with NATO standard tea
If you were really lucky there would be red sauce for the banjo and chips
Food that warmed you and was cheap to produce seemed to be a speciality of both army and peeler food suppliers
Taste was ummm errr an optional extra
Three of the four major food groups: salt, sugar and grease. (Garlic was probably a bit too effete in those days.)
Yup that seemed to be the nutritional thinking in those days
TFM
You could also offer one to the AB and see what he thinks of your caring way of thinking about his youthful diet and way of life!
Is it safe now?
Plenty of room under this tin 'at.
Itâs safe now Gus
Supper will be nice malted wholegrain seeded rolls with sossiges and cole slaw with a nice Carolina Reaper BBQ sauce
I do have lassi makings handy!
Supper chez bee was prawn biryani with steamed greens. We both have colds and have been through a bit of an eventful time, but we seem to be alive and buzzing.
Best nights, Cellarites.
Soo xx
Last of the bolognese.
[scrapes pan]
Soobers, we had penne with rainbow trout, broccoli and spinach chopped fine (in the food processor) added cream, pesto, salt, pepper & Parmesan. Mr Janie ate it up like a goodâun though he doesnât really like broccoli. Put a bit of Parmesan and pesto, however, and itâs a different story. Mr Soobee would possibly like this menu?
Oh dear! Iâve had an email to inform me that someone called Animul has logged into the Facebook account I havenât got.
And now Amazon seems to believe I want to read Dostoevsky.
TFD reckons this has been prompted by my purchase yesterday of 3 pairs of cheap reading glasses.
I feel left out
Nobody gets to spam me
The Bullâs protective measures seem to ensure I am happy paddling in my bit of the wild waters that the the web remind me of
Ulster fries ready folk in chafing dishes on the table
The Algorithm obviously has you down as an intellectual- what (else) have you been doing? Itâs not the reading glasses per se, but they normally set off Jeffrey Archer/Sophie Kinsella