Banana on toast with cinnamon. An oldie but a Goldie.
That brought back some wonderful memories from last week when I had that very dish. I’ve given it you a well-deserved like there.
That post was great until you mentioned coleslaw, I don’t think that was ‘invented’ in Ireland until the early 90s, not an ingredient in a traditional Irish mammies salad, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to rub Mrs O’Sullivan up the wrong way though so you did the right thing not mentioning it. I assume Juanita put it together anyway under instruction.
Had a steak the tfk way there. Thought I’d give it a shot. Started on the pan, finished in the oven. Perfect way to do a rib eye. Cleaned out the deep fat fryer and did chips in fresh Crisp and Dry. Beautiful meal. Thanks @anon7035031
The only way to cook a steak.
Steak a la Nogra.
I’ll be ripped apart for this but on Sunday I was in a hurry out the door and spotted a knife and butter and fresh bread on the worktop and decided I’d make a quick sandwich, Mrs Bradley had been cutting onions or handling them with the knife and I ended up with an onion flavoured banana sandwich, surprisingly nice.
I’ll experiment further sometime soon
Winner. (although you be gone to extremes with the simpleness there)
I wouldn’t eat much at this hour normally just had no lunch. Steak was unreal
I normally end up eating dinner after half 8
I’d be tossing and turning for the night
+1. Get home from work, get some exercise in, catch up on the day’s snaps and it’s after 8 by the time you’re organised.
It’s often 9 or even half past by the time I’d have something cooked and and be sitting down to eat it.
What time do you go to bed? I get up at 5.45 every morning so I am ready for lunch by 10 am not to mind wait til half nine for the supper!
About 12. It’s not ideal at all but if work creeps a bit late and I’m a bit later going to the gym and then I have to cook as well, can be late by the time I eat. I’d be starving then and eat two dinners worth of food.
That’s a pretentious plate of food and you’re a pretentious little prick.
Is Mrs O’Sullivan a big name for an ol dear from Cork. My “grandmother” (technically my mother’s stepmother) was an O’Sullivan from the city