I’d ate carpaccio of a sore foot. With a bit of rocket Parmesan, balsamic and olive oil. Unreal.
What was it mixed in with
I didn’t ask.
When were you in Vienna.
I was there a couple of weeks ago, pal.
And you never said. How was it ? Hope you enjoyed it buddy.
a very very special plate of food, the bacon is cooked to perfection.
I drizzled the remains of the glaze over the bacon, its created an unreal mish mash of deliciousnesses when I ate a slice of bacon, then took a fork of spud at the same time, it was like there was a party in my mouth and everyone was invited
I need a new pot and that’s a fine looking specimen . Where did you get it, mate?
Spend the few bob to get a le crueset casserole and you will have it forever. Great bit of kitchen gear.
Arnotts, wait for the sale
What kind of bobs are we talking, kid?
Two hundred notes.
Good deals on them in Kildale village the odd time
The best money you will ever spend on the kitchen. Unbreakable
You’re a gas man. Opining on kitchenware while simultaneously chatting to a “friend” about soccer violence. Multitasking at its finest.
He’s sitting here watching the toulon match with me.
Your frothing at the mouth at this stage. Dragging the row into the ravenous thread