Posted: 05 Jun 2005, 21:23
i think this deserves a one liner
"They fcuk you at the drive through!"
"They fcuk you at the drive through!"
Burn wrote:i think this deserves a one liner
"They fcuk you at the drive through!"
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.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?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.
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.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 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.Francis wrote:Who's the daddy? Get a grip man. They eat what you give them or starve/ cook their own tea.