Food you DON'T miss.
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When ah were a lad, my mum used to do this thing she called "cheese and egg on a plate".
Cheese. Slice. Plate. Place. Egg. Crack. In Middle. Oven. 10 minutes. DONE.
Bloody horrible it was.
And I remember my mum getting a microwave. I've always hated scrambled eggs done in the microwave; I'm of the "do them in a bain marie until just about sloppy" persuasion, and the great spongy masses you get when physics meets eggs is 'orrid. So, naturally, we had scrambled eggs, jacket potatoes (and, inexplicably, bacon - which is just foul when nuked) about three times a week until the novelty wore off.
Also, faggots. Now, I should like these; full of eyeholes, earholes and a
holes, all sagey and peppery, and in that lovely dark gravy. So why are they so minging?
And broad beans. What is the DEAL with these horrible things? All dusty and musty and s
t.
What did you get fed that you hated?
Cheese. Slice. Plate. Place. Egg. Crack. In Middle. Oven. 10 minutes. DONE.
Bloody horrible it was.
And I remember my mum getting a microwave. I've always hated scrambled eggs done in the microwave; I'm of the "do them in a bain marie until just about sloppy" persuasion, and the great spongy masses you get when physics meets eggs is 'orrid. So, naturally, we had scrambled eggs, jacket potatoes (and, inexplicably, bacon - which is just foul when nuked) about three times a week until the novelty wore off.
Also, faggots. Now, I should like these; full of eyeholes, earholes and a

And broad beans. What is the DEAL with these horrible things? All dusty and musty and s

What did you get fed that you hated?
Cotty said:
Offal, I hate it. Kidney, heart, liver, yuck
I reckon the reason for this is that your mum always used to murder it.Liver in particular needs a gentle touch. Done properly, it's delicious. Done badly, it's like getting home, taking your boots off, chucking them in a pan, and frying them up.
hugoagogo said:
CommanderJameson said:
Also, faggots. Now, I should like these; full of eyeholes, earholes and a
holes
I thought that was rissoles
Thank you.
dr.sickman, I'm going to need your couch for a spot of therapy to re-repress the memory of the abomination that is "rissoles".
They were very popular with our junior school cook. And they were f

thegavster said:
CommanderJameson said:
And broad beans. What is the DEAL with these horrible things? All dusty and musty and s
t.
I love broad beans, as long as they aren't stringy and tasteless which is common. Otherwise they're lovely if thinly sliced and have butter melting over them.
I don't miss my mum's spaghetti bolognese, it really was crap.
I mean these:

Look at them. Little satans on a plate.
CommanderJameson said:
Cotty said:
Offal, I hate it. Kidney, heart, liver, yuck
I reckon the reason for this is that your mum always used to murder it.Liver in particular needs a gentle touch. Done properly, it's delicious. Done badly, it's like getting home, taking your boots off, chucking them in a pan, and frying them up.
My dad used to eat touge

There is only one food worthy of the title.
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SPROUTS! Nasty evil little thing. They stink the house out before AND after consumption. Nasty, spiteful, evil, scum sucking, vile, things. The only good sprout is a dead sprout. Someone pass me JC's tree pruner to kill the little bleeders.
Wait for it
SPROUTS! Nasty evil little thing. They stink the house out before AND after consumption. Nasty, spiteful, evil, scum sucking, vile, things. The only good sprout is a dead sprout. Someone pass me JC's tree pruner to kill the little bleeders.
swansea v6 said:
Most offal is disgusting if over cooked, but liver, soak it in milk for a few hours. Then into heavily seasoned flour and quickly pan fried mmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Oh, and broad beans: take skin off, fry some chopped chillis, blanch beans, then fry (in olive oil) with the chillis. Yum yum!
Mum's Tapioca pudding.
Absolutely horrible.
I loathed it. I loathed it to the point that once, when forced to eat it, the texture of it actually made me puke. Right there, at the dinner table, into my plate.
Funnily enough I wasn't made to eat it again. The statement "if you're sick I'll know I shouldn't have made you eat it" (much loved by my Mum) had actually come to pass.
My sister asked for years how I'd managed it...

Absolutely horrible.
I loathed it. I loathed it to the point that once, when forced to eat it, the texture of it actually made me puke. Right there, at the dinner table, into my plate.
Funnily enough I wasn't made to eat it again. The statement "if you're sick I'll know I shouldn't have made you eat it" (much loved by my Mum) had actually come to pass.
My sister asked for years how I'd managed it...


Spam Fritters, remember them from school (20yrs ago) and still get a little bit of sick in the back of my throat when I think of them!
Have to stand up for the sprout though...absolutely GORGEOUS... LOve em and could eat the every day but wife wont allow it....dont overcook them they need a cruch and lots of butter and black pepper!
Steve
Have to stand up for the sprout though...absolutely GORGEOUS... LOve em and could eat the every day but wife wont allow it....dont overcook them they need a cruch and lots of butter and black pepper!
Steve
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