Moon Food
Chapattis look alomost exactly like the moon
just an observation.
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Thu 9 May 2002, 14:47,
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just an observation.
Moon not made of cheese shock
The moon actually is a flat, unleavened, disk-shaped bread of northern India, made of wheat flour, water, and salt.
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Thu 9 May 2002, 14:49,
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Yup
Once we have the technology to mine those prawn madras asteroids it'll be indian space food heaven for all mankind.
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Thu 9 May 2002, 14:51,
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The thought
of undiscovered lakes of Lime Pickle turns my stomache.
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Thu 9 May 2002, 14:53,
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chutney
is quite possibly the greatest word ever. apart from flange.
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Thu 9 May 2002, 14:58,
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I will go
for any pickle but Lime. It looks like cat food with twigs in it.
Plus it tastes like shite.
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Thu 9 May 2002, 15:00,
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Plus it tastes like shite.
There's no accounting for taste.
Aubergine Pickle is a bit strange, I'll grant you that, but Patak's Lime Pickle is extra nice...
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Thu 9 May 2002, 15:03,
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I think
they must use the Lime they sprinkled on toilets during the war to keep down the smell.
That would explain the taste.
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Thu 9 May 2002, 15:07,
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That would explain the taste.
don't diss
aubergine pickle (or brinjal pickle to those in the know). It rocks. Lime pickle is just wrong wrong wrong.
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Thu 9 May 2002, 15:08,
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Oh no, I LIKE brinjal,
but it is a bit, er, different. And not as nice as Lime Pickle.
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Thu 9 May 2002, 15:09,
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Obviously,
I'm the only one here who likes Lime Pickle.
Maybe it's a subtle attempt to push me out. ;)
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Thu 9 May 2002, 15:19,
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Maybe it's a subtle attempt to push me out. ;)
I bet
you never saw that coming. Forced to flee due to your love of Lime Pickle.
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Thu 9 May 2002, 15:22,
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a love
so wrong. Shunned by society, you must run, run away with your beloved lime pickle...
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Thu 9 May 2002, 15:28,
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And very happy we shall be together too.
Who needs you people, anyway?
*sniff*
*turns up nose, walks away with dignity, clutching pickle jar to breast*
(edit:) far to late, but
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Thu 9 May 2002, 15:30,
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*sniff*
*turns up nose, walks away with dignity, clutching pickle jar to breast*
(edit:) far to late, but