That actually looks like Spoonsky through one of them fat filters.
That actually looks like Spoonsky through one of them fat filters.
he's alive but has been confined to a wheelchair since his stroke 3 years ago, and has spent the whole time since writing his absolutely insane philosophy book/memoirs. i have to be really nice about it whenever i see him because i'm worried he'd top himself if he realised what he's dedicated three years of his life to possibly won't "totally shake up western civilisation" as he claimed it would.
i might put a couple of screenshots on here.
There's no might about it.
It's that kind of depressing hilarity that the board has been crying out for. My dead parents have been carrying us for too long.
Alright, so the first bit is pretty good, just some anecdotes about the old days at west brom:
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This bit though, er, yeah:
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I can see where you get it from.
Enoch Powell was not the MP for Smethwick. I would wind the visits down if I were you.
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15 minutes. That's all it took to find this stuff, bring it to our attention and then willingly post it. In the fucking food thread.
The only problem here is that this doesn't have it's own thread with the whole 'book' in it.
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You can buy it. As my dad says, 'once it gets a cult following on the kindle the publishers will come to me'
I guy I used to work with has "books" on Amazon. They're theoretically about his depression and depression in general but in practice they're just a tedious stream of consciousness about his life. But, like, the yawnsome minutiae. "Our shift patterns at the time were 8-4 or 10-6 (or was it 11-7??)" Grim stuff.
Also, to deviate onto the tangent of food for a moment, just had leftover spring rolls. Breakfast of champions.
It reminds me of those old letters that Jack the Ripper wrote, somehow.
My grandad wrote a book about his "war days" when I was a kid. He was obsessed with it for years, and from what I remember, it was total shite. He'd bring the 200 page manuscript around and sit there expecting family members to read the entire thing there and then in front of him.
He didn't speak to me for about 6 months because he gave it me to read one day and I had football training, and left without finishing it. I was about 12.
Sounds like you were being pretty selfish, to be fair.
Are you now a "professional footballer"? No.
Could you have been "grandson of esteemed wartime author"? Yes, if you didn't have delusions of grandeur making you such a selfish child.
I'm a twit
Shameful, that man fought a war for you.
Well he's dead now, so needless to say, I had the last laugh.
My friend's mum said my book was 'boring', and now she's got cancer, so...
It gave her cancer? Not quite the cover quote you want.
This page has been a corker.
I'm a twit
Anyone got a sous vide machine?
I've only just found out you get smaller ones to sit in a pot as opposed to the large ones that have the built-in water bath. Not cheap but seem very convenient and you'd never overcook a piece of meat again-
https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/...ec3e7b34ccdd27
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Wouldn't you need a vacpac machine/device to sit alongside that?
Although I guess that would apply to a water bath one as well.
They've always seemed to be to be things that, whilst it would be nice to have, are a bit of a pointless/unnecessary faff. In a similar vein to a deep fat fryer.
I wouldn't say it was a faff, just fill a pot with water, heat it with the machine, chuck your meat in a bag and done. You can just use normal zip-lock bags too.
Deep fat fryer definitely a bit of a faff to keep around though I'd agree. Although I would love to make my own fish and chips.
What I mean is, by and large, successfully cooking a bit of meat by conventional means isn't that hard. Perhaps the result might not be quite as good (as with the fryer making fried things better) but it seems a big outlay for a marginal gain (I have no idea what difference one of these devices might make).
Unless you eat 3 steaks a day and are very particular about exactly how you like them.
This was so much nicer than it looks
Not saying much given it looks like the aftermath of a children's home having burned to the ground.
Not the analogy I'd use for something that looks great, but we can't all be children people.
That does look great. Chips look perfect.
Why is it in a pizza box?
Not sure. One place does it in a box like a snackbox but it's definitely nicer spread out like that in the pizza one.
That’s the game
Seen that floating about Facebook the last while. Is it fake? I find it hard to believe nobody figured that out until 2019.
I saw that the other day. But then I saw them trying it on Sunday Brunch today and it didn't seem as easy as that video makes out.
It would have to be incredibly ripe surely.
And you need two sets of arms.
Apparently pulling at the leaves is a good way to know ripeness in a shop.
Then again, they come tinned so there's very little need for any faff.
It works but the riper it is the better.
Filthy hangover casserole time
Holy shit that looks immense
That looks good. Casseroles are pretty great. You get the enjoyable part of cooking (preparation IMO, so chopping and that) without having to faff about or stress over timings etc.
Is that a tomatoey sauce, Giggles?
No, just a couple of tablespoons of tomato puree when I was frying off the chicken and onions. The main sauce is water, chicken stock, and a thick base I always have at hand that's made with onions, garlic, peppers, courgettes, and carrots. Saves using anything else to thicken it.
It looks good but I'd need something greasier if I was hungover.
I had the grease while I was still drunk last night.
Looks class that, Giggs.
I trust you had 3 or 4 slices of bread and butter to mop up afterwards?
I wish. Only have some porridge and yogurt loaf and wouldn't fancy it.
Aye that looks grand, Giggles, so it does.
I bought a jar of pickled chillies today and I am bang in trouble. I have no idea what type of chillies they are but I can't feel my fucking face. And yet, I can't stop eating them.
Oh my God.
Make it stop.
Make me stop.
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