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Ah: probably quite tasty: not a million miles away from seasame-toast in taste? (sweet+fried) Gosh, and to think we haven't even brought up gelatin yet. Time for some ham jelly methinks:  (From this page of a friend's blog.) |
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What's fried bread? First thing that comes to my mind is french toast, which I have a fondness for, but that's surely not it.
Well in the days when we used to fry bacon (in its own fat of course), we used to cut squares or triangles of bread and then fry them in the residue of the fat when the bacon had been taken out of the pan. The bread goes crispy and golden brown. (It tastes really yummy but it is of course heart attack fodder - only we didn't know it then). I must admit I tend to fry it in olive oil, which is probably cheating. Yes, not unlike sesame toast, incre. Although that's deep-fried, I think, if you do it the proper Thai way. |
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« Reply #32 on: 22:52:30, 11-03-2008 » |
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Tinners, I've been doing that too with my fry-ups but  it emerges that olive oil at high temperatures is a carcinogen, so groundnut is the safer bet.. Back in lewisham in freezing rain, behold an echt german sausage ( www.sausageman.co.uk)stall in the middle of the square, very good but for the obligatory onioins (worked ok with the paprika). Just the thing on the road and a gemutlich haze to take away the yerrghh of the environs. Sausages for afters chez mf-befores undecided leafy/ feta-ward, polish biccies, chew on a bit of carpet perhaps. |
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« Reply #33 on: 22:55:52, 11-03-2008 » |
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« Reply #34 on: 23:02:10, 11-03-2008 » |
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...As probably is listening to Rafferty at length like the merry burgher in Martle's pic. It's a bummer about the oil isnt it-I reckon other factors gemutlich, leaping about, walks on the prom etc counterbalance consumption hitherto. Not sure about these polish biccies though...
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« Reply #35 on: 23:51:02, 11-03-2008 » |
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Sausages for afters chez mf-befores undecided leafy/ feta-ward, polish biccies, chew on a bit of carpet perhaps.
I wouldn't recommend it personally, but chacun a son ... you know. |
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Sausages for afters chez mf-befores undecided leafy/ feta-ward, polish biccies, chew on a bit of carpet perhaps.
I wouldn't recommend it personally, but chacun a son ... you know. I think that "gout" (specifically without the circonflex upon the "u") is probably the missing word that you may have had in mind here... |
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« Reply #37 on: 23:55:01, 11-03-2008 » |
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Consuming floor coverings induces gout? Just as well I've never been a rug-addict, then, tisnow.
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« Reply #38 on: 23:58:25, 11-03-2008 » |
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"Passing on dessert" seems to me to be potentially a very rude thing to do, especially if what one passes upon it is - oh, never mind- I've almost certainly gotten the wrong end of the cinnamon stick again...
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Just as well I've never been a rug-addict, then, tisnow.
[Frantic clearing of throat to excuse almost life-extinguishing SNORK] I've almost certainly gotten the wrong end of the cinnamon stick again...
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Just as well I've never been a rug-addict, then, tisnow.
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[Frantic clearing of throat to excuse almost life-extinguishing SNORK]
A Snork is a Moomin character to me. Here is the Snork Maiden:  (When my son went to Finland, Sibelius came second by a long way to looking for Moomins. He was over 30 at the time.) Just to keep on-topic, here is a Moomin dessert:  |
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And here is the Snork:  Not forgetting Snorky:  |
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« Reply #43 on: 10:33:55, 12-03-2008 » |
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Oh look, Moomin biscuits!  The Groke, Littlemy and Moominmamma, for those not familiar with the cast  |
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I haven't read the Moomin books since I was seven. I think I'll try them, when I have finished the present bout of Dostoevsky.
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