Today’s cocktails are going to be served in the nightclub of your youth. Tell us where you are, what you were wearing, what you were dancing to, and what you were drinking. And maybe I’ll give you a vodka milkshake in return.
I’ve always thought it no coincidence that when I tell people where I went to university, most people think I’m saying “hole.” Back in that bleak and windy autumn term when we gathered for the first time in the rattling dining hall at the Lawns, the standard matt black union bar, or the towering Brynmor Jones library, we quickly sorted ourselves into soft shivering southerners who pronounced scone to rhyme with stone, and hardy northern types who were prepared to cycle into the wind on Cottingham Road. This was the only distinction that mattered. Continue reading
“Does anyone have any slow cooker recipes?” asked Pixeldiva.
Apparently this is the magic question that makes everyone on twitter express love. It’s well known that eating, and particularly sharing food, releases the happy hormone oxytocin. So we decided to have a Festival of the Casserole, perhaps a CassFest.
So next week we anticipate a large number of guest posts on the subject of slow cooking. If you already have an uborka login, please feel free to add your post and save in draft (simply so we can space the content out a bit) using the Gourmet category. If you would prefer to email your contribution to me (first name) at uborka dot nu, and I’ll put something together.
We are looking for recipes, tips, and photographs; if you don’t have a slow cooker, please feel free to slow cook in some other way. We’re not trying to prove anything here, just to share the casserole love.
[n.b. the delayed Where Are They Now post, featuring the much in demand Dr Pockless, will appear next Thursday, in amongst all the casseroles. Better make that a meaf day. What’s a meaf day? He will tell you.]
This review is probably going to be a fair bit shorter than some previous ones. Whereas with the last couple of albums I’ve been really enjoying them, and highly reluctant to move on to the next, with this one I can’t get rid of it quickly enough. Continue reading
Yesterday, in a mammoth feat of lying on the sofa in front of the telly, Clair watched an impressive amount of rubbish. At one point the existence of “standards” on Uborka was questioned. Not that we give a monkeys about quality, but today we are going to turn it around and find out what is the best thing on TV. Continue reading
Happy Monday Ubotkans, hope you’re all having a good one.
It’s getting to the end of the year, so I’m taking a few odd days hear and there to use up some annual leave before Christmas. So, I’m taking some time for a TV day. Join me… Continue reading
This week there was a certain amount of white space in my diary, so I immediately put it to work by going down with the sort of cold that makes you want to lie on the sofa with a hot water bottle and all the episodes of Masterchef that have been on this week. This is not entirely what the master of the house was expecting a couple of years ago when he blithely supported my plan to stop doing a proper job and spend more time at home. I do tend to have his dinner on the table when he gets in from work, but that’s often because I have to rush out to start an evening antenatal class on the other side of the county. Continue reading
I had two ideas for cocktails when I was in the shower this morning, but now I can only remember one of them, so today it’s television character cocktails. You know what to do.