I feel vindicated, bus-conductor , and not a heathen at all!
Heathese
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I feel vindicated, bus-conductor , and not a heathen at all!
Not sure what the first person who boiled pigs feet was thinking but they are loaded with a gelatine that is relatively tasteless when it sets. I have cooked a fair few in my time and they are delicious when set and chilled.
My Nan used to get pigs trotters , put them in a stew
Nans used to do disgusting things, didn't they?My Nan used to get pigs trotters , put them in a stew
Yeah, nans were weird in those days. Mine would cook all the strange bits that we’ll chuck in the bin today. And then eat them!My Nan used to get pigs trotters , put them in a stew
Bless her, you would go round one day and there would be pigs trotters in a pot , then another day there would b e chopped up eels in a bowl
That generation didn't believe in waste! And you ate what you were given, or went hungry!Yeah, nans were weird in those days. Mine would cook all the strange bits that we’ll chuck in the bin today. And then eat them!
...and still had change from a penny.That generation didn't believe in waste! And you ate what you were given, or went hungry!
True story !That generation didn't believe in waste! And you ate what you were given, or went hungry!
I defy you to say 'I cook ham hocks' ten times quickly, without saying, 'I cook ham cocks', or something.True story !
The truth is that most of that stuff that Nan cooked was pretty good if you didn't know what went into it !!
I cook ham hocks all the time & they are delicious. We have become a very delicate society that only wants the prime cuts. What is funny is that sausage, chicken nuggets & various meat pies are all made with the cuts that no-one wants to eat but everyone loves when it's not visible.
You do realize that I am now sitting alone on my couch saying " I cook ham hocks" out loud. I feel like a bit of an idiotI defy you to say 'I cook ham hocks' ten times quickly, without saying, 'I cook ham cocks', or something.
Managed it 10 times yet?You do realize that I am now sitting alone on my couch saying " I cook ham hocks" out loud. I feel like a bit of an idiot
Oysters are supposed to be an aphrodisiac but I ate a dozen last night and only ten of them worked.Managed it 10 times yet?
And there was I thinking it was a little quiche!Oysters are supposed to be an aphrodisiac but I ate a dozen last night and only ten of them worked.
Great user name BTW.
For some reason I decided to google flaneur (Flâneur)
Flâneur - Wikipedia
en.wikipedia.org
For the perfect flâneur, for the passionate spectator, it is an immense joy to set up house in the heart of the multitude, amid the ebb and flow of movement, in the midst of the fugitive and the infinite. To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world—impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define.
The spectator is a prince who everywhere rejoices in his incognito. The lover of life makes the whole world his family, just like the lover of the fair sex who builds up his family from all the beautiful women that he has ever found, or that are or are not—to be found; or the lover of pictures who lives in a magical society of dreams painted on canvas.
Thus the lover of universal life enters into the crowd as though it were an immense reservoir of electrical energy. Or we might liken him to a mirror as vast as the crowd itself; or to a kaleidoscope gifted with consciousness, responding to each one of its movements and reproducing the multiplicity of life and the flickering grace of all the elements of life.
A load of bollocks, of course but if loafing is involved I'm all for it!
Was in a restaurant with the missus and she looked at the menu and said to the waiter "Can I have a quicky, please?"And there was I thinking it was a little quiche!
Opportunity missed !!Was in a restaurant with the missus and she looked at the menu and said to the waiter "Can I have a quicky, please?"
Waiter said "That's quiche, madam."
You beat me to it! I was going to reply, "Oh, I thought it was a tart maker".And there was I thinking it was a little quiche!
Great jokes in your recent posts - I love one-liners.Oysters are supposed to be an aphrodisiac but I ate a dozen last night and only ten of them worked.
Great user name BTW.
For some reason I decided to google flaneur (Flâneur)
Flâneur - Wikipedia
en.wikipedia.org
For the perfect flâneur, for the passionate spectator, it is an immense joy to set up house in the heart of the multitude, amid the ebb and flow of movement, in the midst of the fugitive and the infinite. To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world—impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define.
The spectator is a prince who everywhere rejoices in his incognito. The lover of life makes the whole world his family, just like the lover of the fair sex who builds up his family from all the beautiful women that he has ever found, or that are or are not—to be found; or the lover of pictures who lives in a magical society of dreams painted on canvas.
Thus the lover of universal life enters into the crowd as though it were an immense reservoir of electrical energy. Or we might liken him to a mirror as vast as the crowd itself; or to a kaleidoscope gifted with consciousness, responding to each one of its movements and reproducing the multiplicity of life and the flickering grace of all the elements of life.
A load of bollocks, of course but if loafing is involved I'm all for it!