I've had those Swedish things and the Polish doughnuts. Both decent.
I'm a classic lemon/raisin/sugar kinda guy, although I'm ok with blueberries, bananas and Speculoous. I fucking love Pancake Day
I've had those Swedish things and the Polish doughnuts. Both decent.
I'm a classic lemon/raisin/sugar kinda guy, although I'm ok with blueberries, bananas and Speculoous. I fucking love Pancake Day
Genuinely misread that as 'Speculums' for a moment there and thought we had another Trancemeister situation unfolding.
This:
I'm a twit
You have to use half the jar of that to taste it.
Pancake day is once a year, so may as well use the whole jar.
I'm a twit
Do you only eat pancakes once a year?Originally Posted by Baz
WUT?
I'd get that checked out if I was you.
What the hell is biscuit spread when its at home?
It's basically the dust of those biscuits folded into oil, the latter of which lingers longest.
It's the taste of true heaven, made manifest on Earth. Glorious stuff.
Don't listen to Lewis and his anti-Speculuuos fake news
It's nice to eat out of the jar, but it's useless as a spread and you can still taste the greasiness long after the moreish biscuit taste has gone (although that could be down to quantity if you are just doing it out of the jar).
I'm about 50% impressed and 50% concerned that you remember something like that from (at least) a year ago.
That said, I am right, and in your unilateral galaxy of wrongness I suppose it probably sticks out a lot.
It's them both having the exact same ingredients that gives it away, if you think about it
Alex
I didn't have any because I couldn't be arsed. My mate made a load when I was round hers a few weeks ago, and that fulfilled my yearly quota anyway. Lemon and sugar is my favourite, but I quite liked this weird concoction she'd made with rum to have with them.
Listening to this a few times got me in the pancake spirit anyway, without the calorie hit.
Don't worry petal, you're not special. I just have a brilliant memory.I'm about 50% impressed and 50% concerned that you remember something like that from (at least) a year ago.
That said, I am right, and in your unilateral galaxy of wrongness I suppose it probably sticks out a lot.
It's them both having the exact same ingredients that gives it away, if you think about it
Alex
The fact that they have the same ingredients is irrelevant. They're cooked in completely different ways, so even if you made a batch of both poured from exactly the same mixing bowl the results would be such obviously different things that using the ingredients as a justification for smothering a pancake in gravy should, and will, see you lolled out of the room.
Try serving up a pancake next time you make a roast dinner and see how it goes down with your dinner guests.
When I skim read that I thought it said 'roast dinner...go down on your dinner guests' which would possibly be more plausible at the hammer house of horror.
I don't know which is weirder between Hammer eating pancakes with gravy and Hammer sucking off a tranny.
I think the Americans have them with that filthy white 'gravy', so it sounds like a tragic bollocks attempt to replicate that, and probably pushed by the sort of wankers round here who think putting burgers between Yorkshire puddings makes their menu interesting.
So identical ingredients are irrelevant and it's all about how it's cooked. I guess with that in mind then, eggs are completely different from eggs.
No, but scrambled eggs are different from fried eggs are different from poached eggs are different from omelettes are different from boiled eggs. Boiling it down to things with one ingredient is so obviously stupid and obtuse that I'm not sure there's much point continuing, but are a fried egg sandwich and French toast the same thing?
Stow your idiocy for now and just let us know how you get on serving a pancake the next time you make a roast for friends.
John loses for calling it 'French Toast'. Who do you think you are, Mahow?
That's what it was called in my house growing up so even though I know now it's a fucking daft name for it it's still the first name that comes to mind.
It will always be 'eggy bread'.
They'd probably find it quite funny, and so would I.
My point was in relation to gravy 'working' with both Yorkshire puddings and pancakes because it's basically the same thing done differently. Would ketchup work with scrambled eggs? Poached eggs? Boiled eggs? Omelettes? Fried egg sandwich? French toast? Because that's the kind of question that's actually analogous, you dingbat.
I love how seriously you take this place, it's amazing, and I love how much silly nonsense you remember about people. It's as though it all really means a lot to you. I assume it's people on here in general, and not just me. It's a little tragic though, because I doubt I'm alone in saying that I don't really remember anything about you at all. There's really nothing, other than that you're Scottish and you've got the brain thing. I only know you're Scottish because it's beneath your avatar and the brain thing because it sheds light on a lot of your tragic behaviour on here.
John
There it is. SEETHING.
Ketchup doesn't work on any type of eggs. Or on anything else, really, vile shit. It's ok with fries ocasionally.
French toast (with maple syrup, of course.)
French toast with ketchup.
That is the kind question to consider for a point of comparison, is all I'm saying
Alternatively, I remember things because I have a really good memory. This place does mean a fair amount to me, and I'd be suspicious of anyone who claimed anything they'd been a part of for over half their lives didn't mean anything to them, but I don't see that as a negative and it says a lot about you that you seem to.
I'll give you the credit of assuming you see the irony in telling me you remember nothing about me before mentioning a catalogue of behaviour, but I'm interested to know what 'tragic' behaviour you're talking about, and how my life essentially having a ticking clock on it informs your view of that behaviour.
Go on, Hammer. Continue telling me how seriously I take this place while you're in the midst of a low level psychotic event over being told that gravy is inappropriate on a pancake.
'Low-level psychotic event'? Really? Tone can be missed in writing, I guess. I'm not sure where you've got that from though. My posts seem to be the more measured ones, to me
It's just the general impression that comes across, really. I really don't think I'm the one seething. Well, I know I'm not, because I'm just sat here typing normally. You just seem to be seething at everything, in honesty. I don't and can't know so for certain, obviously - I wouldn't even know for certain if I knew you personally. You can't even know for certain something about someone after having counselled them for weeks on end, for that matter. So I can't really answer. All I can do is give my perspective on it, and I've given that. My perspective is that you come across as extremely depressed and resentful. Again, I might be wrong, but that's how it seems to me.
The fucking state of that.
Have a read back over the thread and see who was the first of us to offer up a paragraph of ad hominem irrelevance, then think again about who was being more measured in their approach to the conversation. If you're just going to fall back on platitudinous nonsense when questioned on your assertions why bother making them in the first place?
I read this thread immediately after reading the other one about TV quiz failures, where you randomly threw an ad hominem my way when I'd not even commented and was in no wat relevant to the thread. I think coming in here it felt like you were at it again, and so the tone was partly in response to that.The fucking state of that.
Have a read back over the thread and see who was the first of us to offer up a paragraph of ad hominem irrelevance, then think again about who was being more measured in their approach to the conversation. If you're just going to fall back on platitudinous nonsense when questioned on your assertions why bother making them in the first place?
I don't think anything I've said is nonsense though.
Let him have gravy on his pancakes if he wants. Jesus.
The teacher bloke in that thread looks a bit like you, and you'd already posted your hateful gravy preference in this thread so I was providing context for Alex when he agreed with you.
Eggs and Tabasco/any hot sauce thoughKetchup doesn't work on any type of eggs. Or on anything else, really, vile shit. It's ok with fries ocasionally.
French toast (with maple syrup, of course.)
Agreed.Eggs and Tabasco/any hot sauce though
What's John's brain thing?
Oh, well that changes everything.
I can't be sure, but I personally doubt anyone would read the thread through and say it that I'm the one that's being hateful.
It's an organ that serves as the central nervous system.
Not something you need to concern yourself with, bro.
You weren't being hateful. You were however the one who lost their shit at being told their food preference didn't quite work for 95% of the board so swings and roundabouts.
Yes. On pancake day.
I'm a twit
Arf.
I really didn't lose my shit, and I'm not sure how you can know that
This is all a bit tedious, so to bring to subject reasonably back on point: I didn't actually have pancakes this year. I might have some tonight though, with some lovely gravy
If essentially calling someone who disagrees with you a manic depressive isn't you losing your shit then OK.
I didn't call him manic depressive. What does being manic depressive have to do with anything? You know that that's different from standard depression, yeah?
I was pretty calm when writing it. I was talking about the resentment and hatefulness I seem to pick up on, and it was that which I was referring to. I disagree with lots of people on here and we're able to have pretty standard and pleasant conversations.
Oh look at me! I did a course!
Pancakes and gravy is weird and you've seethed your way to this point, no one else.
'I did a course'? What?
Who's seething, sorry?
Anytime anyone mentions anything to do with mental illness then in rides captain patronising to explain it to us mere mortals.
You called someone depressed and resentful because they didn't like gravy on their pancakes mate, end of thread.
Ok then
It's definitely me that's seething though, isn't it?
Yeah.
Anyway let's leave it there. If this carries on any longer Bam won't know how to go back and see that zinger I gave him earlier.
EDIT: Too late
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