i love cooking...
absolutely adore cooking from scratch everything my family and i eat.

i have made great effort over the years to develope good relationships with various butchers and greengrocers and the like not just locally but wherever i go. it always pays off.

anyway, about 18 months ago a new butcher's shop opened in a wee village not to far away. the name of the butcher? mr pigg, i kid you not. most of the beef and lamb is from his own farm and top stuff it is too.

anyway, there's a rather gorgious young lady been working there lately. the apprentice and i were in that area around lunchtime so popped in to the village for a chicken balti pie sandwich from the baker and to pop into the butcher for a ham shank or hock (one is from the shoulder, the other from the leg but both are rhyming slang as we had discussed on a previous visit) to make some soup.

the apprentice fancies the young lady like mad and blushes ferociously at the thought of her.

so whilst waiting in the bakery queue i gave the apprentice a fiver and told him to nip next door and get me the ham.

poor lad.

he returned a few minutes later in a state of increased agitation clutching a bag to his chest. having walked into the shop and seen it was the gorgious lady behind the counter he got all flustered, put the fiver on the counter and asked if that was enough for a wank!!

insert length and girth...
( blaireau69 , the Cumbrian Travis Bickle., Sun 15 Jun 2008, 12:47, Reply)