You’ll starve when you come home.
Fair play pal. If I ate that much, I’d be the width of two hi aces sellotaped together
My idea of heaven
That chink food is just flavored scraps of whatever is near to hand in the jungle and whatever domestic pet happens to be near the kitchen at dinner time
Just after a proper Indian here in Manchester
curry mile?
No mate.
In shot: Chicken, marinated in honey, soy and garlic with broccoli and sweet potato.
Out of shot: Pint of milk.
You’ve over cooked three broccoli there
You have burnt the salmon mate
Amateur hour
The salmon was as flaky as s new bag of personal
What’s your guac recipe, chief?
Are you eating that prison food in solidarity with all the guys you helped rip off?
One avocado, chopped baby tomatoes, juice of lime, salt, chopped coriander and small drop of olive oil. Had no red onion last night but would usually throw in some diced also.
Grated red onion is a guacamole game changer. Also a hint of chili paste and a dollop of garlic.
P.S. Coriander can go and fuck itself
You gotta have corriander in guacamole, or as I like to call it Cilantro.
Coriander has no business being anywhere with anything.
You’ll be going hungry on Saturday night so.