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i think this deserves a one liner

"They fcuk you at the drive through!"

Burn wrote:i think this deserves a one liner

"They fcuk you at the drive through!"

Francis wrote:Who's the daddy? Get a grip man. They eat what you give them or starve/ cook their own tea.

The little buggers are only gonna blame you for their mid-life crises and put you in a care home anyway.

amen to that.until quite recently we could get away with replying "ooh,it's your favourite tonight", when asked what was for dinner.Izzy always came back with "which one?" whereupon [in best "you lucky boy" voice] we'ld tell him what was on the menu and watch his face light up,whatever it was.

now when that doesnt work we go with Francis' philosophy...works every time.

Erm...dunno what to tell you, dude. My parents' policy when my brothers and I were growing up was, "eat what's been prepared, or go to bed without dinner." I had to eat LIVER. 'Nuff said.

Liver is great stuff. Flash-fried chicken liver in a pan with bacon, onion and red wine (it makes sense to get the other bits ready before and throw the liver in for five at the end). Use some rosemary in there if you like - it's the only thing which grows in my garden.

Serve over creamy mash (studded with mustard in an ideal world).

Superb. Might just have that tonight. Someone bought me a bottle of red wine recently that clearly isn't going to be drinkable so I need to use it somehow. (That's not snobbery, just a reflection that a bottle of wine which doesn't specify the grape involved is going to closely related to paint-stripper).

Francis wrote:Who's the daddy? Get a grip man. They eat what you give them or starve/ cook their own tea.

The little buggers are only gonna blame you for their mid-life crises and put you in a care home anyway.

Is that what's happened to you then?

Not yet. But it's on the cards.

Oh yes. I forgot to ask: How's the packing coming along?

I HATE packing. Only got two more days to finish it and what am I doing? I'm on bloody HLS.......

<sigh>

andymackem wrote:Liver is great stuff. Flash-fried chicken liver in a pan with bacon, onion and red wine (it makes sense to get the other bits ready before and throw the liver in for five at the end). Use some rosemary in there if you like - it's the only thing which grows in my garden.

Serve over creamy mash (studded with mustard in an ideal world).

i love liver.done as andymack says,though i've only had it like that when cooked by someone else-i'm too lazy and serve it up just with veg,mash and gravy.
pigs liver is nice too;lambs still tastes a bit pissy unless you "overcook"it(IMO).ox (beef) liver's the cheapest but i stopped eating it at the height of the mad cow thing and never got back into the habit....strange that BSE never stopped me eating steak; but carnivore is,as carnivore does;as they (don't) say down our way.

Francis wrote:Who's the daddy? Get a grip man. They eat what you give them or starve/ cook their own tea.

I don't agree with force-feeding children but I do subscribe to the eat it or cook your own philosophy. My parents grew up during the war so they were stricter about wasting food than most of our friends' parents. They would try sitting vigil for hours while we stared at the contents of the plate. What they didn't bargain on was us being even more bloody-minded than they were, so they either tired of it, or needed to go to the toilet, giving us the perfect chance to dispose of the food (in the nearest cupboard or going to the toilet straight after them with pockets full). The hiding places weren't usually found till a few years later - fossilised eggs and steak pies aren't a pretty sight! Force feeding was futile cos we were very good at throwing up - 1/2 a brussels sprout was enough for me. To this day, I'm still a fussy bastard and would rather starve for a day than eat s**t, but I did learn to cook my own tea by the time I was 10.