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« Reply #1965 on: 20:38:30, 17-04-2008 » |
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« Reply #1966 on: 20:41:54, 17-04-2008 » |
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What a tangled life vegetables have. Now I am feeling sorry for turnips, what it is to be unloved, to be passed over for more exotic root vegetables. Can you imagine their misery and the sudden, unbidden, tear, as they are left on the supermarket shelf?
This thread has taken a turn into weirdom! Martle x to the power of light Weirdom? We were just discussing turnips and their turbulent life style and psychological problems because they are discerned as second rate Swedes but without the strong flavour. Nothing odd about that. In fact, discussing vegetables is considered normal in most social groups |
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« Reply #1967 on: 20:54:32, 17-04-2008 » |
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I think there was a dish called Tripe and Onions.
I'm with George on toast and marmalade. I'd have put that as a favourite if I'd thought of it.
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« Reply #1968 on: 21:01:06, 17-04-2008 » |
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I don't really 'do' bread, it doesn't like me very much  But toast and Marmite is a necessity of life for which I am prepared to risk the consequences. |
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« Reply #1969 on: 21:20:06, 17-04-2008 » |
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I'd forgotten about garlic and coriander (surely the best smell of any herb or spice) for the essentials list. Not to mention root ginger. And coffee - preferably strong and French.
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At every one of these [classical] concerts in England you will find rows of weary people who are there, not because they really like classical music, but because they think they ought to like it. (Shaw, Don Juan in Hell)
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« Reply #1970 on: 21:26:19, 17-04-2008 » |
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I'd forgotten about garlic and coriander (surely the best smell of any herb or spice) for the essentials list. Not to mention root ginger. And coffee - preferably strong and French.
Funny, I think that coriander tastes and smells like a corpse. Ginger is my favourite, especially covered with dark chocolate. Tarragon is such an awful taste. Again, realms of the Undead |
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« Reply #1971 on: 21:36:21, 17-04-2008 » |
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Funny, I think that coriander tastes and smells like a corpse.
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« Reply #1972 on: 21:53:44, 17-04-2008 » |
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I can't say that I think coriander tastes like a corpse - I wouldn't know - but I don't like it. I love tarragon though.
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« Reply #1973 on: 22:02:26, 17-04-2008 » |
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Mind you Mort,
Listening to this Morrissey and the sparkling guitar of Johnny Marr on the recommendation of one of our Members, coriander don't cut the mustard. Watford Gap would seem to fit the bill.
Oh, The Potency of Cheap Music!
"Oi, who is you calling cheap?" remarked Stoat "Death of a Disco Dancer was totally seminal in its conception and goes on into the sub-conscious with the driving bass-rhythm beats, Slightly out of tune of course."
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« Reply #1974 on: 22:06:39, 17-04-2008 » |
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I suspect that Coriander is one of those love it or hate it things, particularly when it's fresh. Then again, I can't tolerate the taste or smell of Tarragon after having eaten a dish that was overloaded with it years ago. I'm very fond of  though  |
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« Reply #1975 on: 22:27:49, 17-04-2008 » |
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OMIGOD, the Twisted Sisters do it again re Tarragon!! The culprit was not called Nigel was he Mort? Gawd the stink of tarragon hauted me for days (Months - Years) Anyway, off now, good night all herb lovers, althouth Martle's fillet of fags puts me me in mind of Dim Ysmygu!  |
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« Reply #1976 on: 22:41:52, 17-04-2008 » |
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I love coriander leaves, also the seeds ground up for curries etc.
Had cheese & chutney (red pepper/spicy tomato) sarnies for tea tonight, with a selection of salad veg - I was on a Virgin train, so I'd made it myself - but I bet I ate better than anyone who had to resort to coach D.
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« Reply #1977 on: 05:13:09, 18-04-2008 » |
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I always eat tripe with great interest, as I do all other innards. Kidneys are an exception. I only eat those to build character, but only when they're prepared properly (which I haven't encountered other than in Argentina).
Room 101 items for me are not so many: actual liver (though I do enjoy liverwurst), tinned olives, molasses, the breading on deep-fried chicken.
Love that okra, though. The slimy way it sidles down the esophagus is such a comforting sensation! Can't get enough really, just thinking about it's slightly resilient texture, the somewhat prickly surface of its skin, and the way the tapered end sort of pokes at my palate is enough to inspire me to thaw some of it right now, late as the hour may be!
Room 101 - yet another idiom unknown to me until today.
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« Reply #1978 on: 14:02:50, 18-04-2008 » |
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WHOOOOO! The local shop had a box of gorgeously fat, fresh garlic. Oh joy. I bought 2 heads, one of which will probably go into a chook this evening along with a juicy lemon. Aside from anything else, they look beautiful - white, green and purple. This pic doesn't really do them justice.  I also bought some Jersey Royals. Now are they the real thing? Is it too early for them? Hmm. Only one way to find out ... |
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« Reply #1979 on: 14:41:14, 18-04-2008 » |
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I'm being taken out for dinner this evening to my favourite local restaurant. No cooking for me tonight! Son and new girlfriend are coming over to babysit so no worries there. Hopefully both dog and child will be worn out. I drove him up to holiday club and left the car there to walk back the two miles with the dog. I'll walk the two miles back again with the dog to pick him up and by that time, they should both be calm and subdued...  I know I shall be.  I figured if I had a four-mile walk I might be able to have a pud tonight?  |
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We pass this way but once. This is not a rehearsal!
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