Contented sigh

That description doesn't narrow it down at all.

 

I've said it before, and I'll say it again - She's not really psycho,
she just lived with Ogden.

 

Utsira, my good man.

Tsk, tsk.

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rollmops

discusting things

 

My '24 December Meal' (if that's what you're all rabbiting on about) was
a packet of pistachio nuts and a bottle of red. I was, after all,
sitting in my hammock in a forest 2 miles SE of Noyers, in Burgundy.

D.

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Swivel.

 

Cut out the middle man and just hurl them straight down the shitter.

 

LIDL have them.

And I have two jars in the fridge. But home made ones are better.

 

Food of the Gods. Along with cod roe, poached salmon, mussels, steamed
fish in milk, cockles, etc.

 

Must be, as it's not fit for human consumption.

Oooaahk.

 

Philistine. You've got a bloody cheek, as Viking cunts were renowned for
eating all kinds of shit.

 

The Lidl ones are wrapped around bits of gherkin. This is a travesty as the
bestest ones are wrapped around lumps of unnion. *Schlurp*

 

Must be the Central European part of my ancestry.

 

platypus posted:

Somebody doesn't watch QI. That word doesn't mean what you think it
does.

 

I know. I was misusing it for comic effect.

 

When I've pickled my own rollmops, I've experimented by adding capers to
the gherkins onions to the mix. Sometimes using cider vinegar to give it
a different twang or with white vinegar adding juniper berries. Adding
sugar to sweeten them.

Spread a little mustard of your choice on to the fillets before you roll
them is a nice change of taste.

Or sweet pickle the fillets with sherry and brown sugar and leave out
the stuffing....................

 

My mouth is actually watering now!

 

platypus posted:

Ah. Humour. Never my strongest suit.

 

Oh, I don't know, I'm sure I've heard people laughing at you before now...

;o)

 

Were you that close behind me when D ran off into the ploughed field ;o)