I lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
Thanks to Philly G for the suggestion
(, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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went for a picnic and we sat down near a bridge. She handed me a sandwich and asked what condiment I'd like.
That was my arch name-a-sauce.
(, Wed 5 May 2010, 13:19, 4 replies)
It boasts strong creativity, and the idea's great, but the execution for that dish has got to be absolutely spot-on at this level of cooking.
(, Wed 5 May 2010, 13:25, closed)
in a Fast Show style.
(, Wed 5 May 2010, 13:32, closed)
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