My mum used to make us semolinawhich I quite liked at the time - I was 4 or 5 I think. To make it more exciting, she said she could make it in any colour I could think of.
I spent ages trying to think of obscure colours, and she beat me every time. I was amazed at her cooking skills and ate my new semolina all excited about how this one would taste.
A few years later (and wiser) I discovered her cache of food colours in the cupboard and felt like a right chump.
(I spent ages trying to think of obscure colours, and she beat me every time. I was amazed at her cooking skills and ate my new semolina all excited about how this one would taste.
A few years later (and wiser) I discovered her cache of food colours in the cupboard and felt like a right chump.
chthonic,
Wed 8 Oct 2003, 17:04,
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my grandparents kept chickens in the warMy uncle fed them everyday. He was rather fond of them and thought of them as pets.
He was 40 before he realised the true meaning of the phrase "the chickens are going to live in the country."
(He was 40 before he realised the true meaning of the phrase "the chickens are going to live in the country."
rob,
Wed 8 Oct 2003, 17:12,
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it could be worsemy grandmother made my dad take his 'pet' rabbit to the butchers himself. he's still traumatised by it 60 years later
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Spoon,
Wed 8 Oct 2003, 20:49,
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