Thanks
And so – Christmas Day at long last. I hope I speak for everyone who’s posted this month when I say “Thanks” to Karen and Pete (and that bloody Ubotka) for the idea, and for letting all of us write … Continue reading
And so – Christmas Day at long last. I hope I speak for everyone who’s posted this month when I say “Thanks” to Karen and Pete (and that bloody Ubotka) for the idea, and for letting all of us write … Continue reading
It’s the 14th, so we’re halfway through the runup to the Festering Season, and pretty much in the midst of the whole marketing frenzy. It’s started earlier this year – my local Tossco had Christmas cards on sale in September … Continue reading
Another of the favoured slow-cooker recipes is the infamous sausage and bean casserole (similar to a Cassoulet, only breezier). It’s ace, easy, but Oh My God, it does lead one to deflate quite spectacularly. So, the ingredients. (And yes, on … Continue reading
Since getting the slow cooker, I’ve done a number of things, but the two I keep on going back to are chilli (of the con-carne variety) and sausage/bean casserole, which is similar to cassoulet, but much fartier. So in deference … Continue reading
Ah, the end of Friday, the start of drinks. Well, for you lot it’s the start of drinks, but I’ve been on these Zombies all day, so my quality-control’s got a little bit… wavery. This means everyone should be afraid. … Continue reading
Greetings I’m Lyle, and today I’m the stand-in barman. I think Karen and Pete were just frightened of what might be suggested today drinks-wise, so they ran away and left it to me. So. The theme today is fear / … Continue reading
And lo, the time to serve drinkage is upon us. Be afraid, be very afraid. While I remember, Asta, the doilies were made from shredded sanitary towels. As Always, be very thankful it wasn’t used ones, but I went with … Continue reading
Welcome to Friday. I’m Lyle, your bar-steward for the day. I’m going to make an effort and not be too sweary for the moment, although that’s mainly because I’m busier being sweaty than sweary. I love the warmth, but damn, … Continue reading