My old Dad
is getting really annoying in his (now pretty advanced) old age, and of course I do not sabotage his food. He manages that himself.

I imagine the thought processes that led to his latest abomination went something like:

"I'm hungry. I'll have some haggis" (Opens tin of Grant's Haggis, puts in saucepan to warm up).

"That doesn't look like much... tastes a bit bland..." (opens tin of crabmeat, adds to gunk in saucepan)

"Now then, I can't be bothered with neeps and tatties... I'll just have it on some toast" (roots around in breadbin).

"Damn, no bread! I'll use these teacakes instead!"

So, haggis+crab served on a toasted teacake. I visited him 4 hours after this and his flat still smelt unbelievably horrible.

He told me later that it gave him terrible wind.
( MisterPunch did it that way on, Thu 18 Sep 2008, 16:57, 1 reply)

That actually sounds pretty good

(Seance Trumpet has got no beef with a man enjoying a croissant, Thu 18 Sep 2008, 18:18, closed)