Morning Monty!
I cooked something fantastic last night, although I've no idea what I'd call it.

Fried off some pork and chicken, left them to one side in their juices.
Cleaned the pan, then put it back on a low heat, put a large glug of oil in there, then put some chopped chorizo in there (fucking hell, that stuff isn't easy to slice).
Let the juices come out of that for a few minutes, before adding 2 onions and 2 peppers (red and orange), let them cook for a few minutes, before adding the meat back in.
I then added a tomato and chilli sauce, as well as a tin of tomatoes, and some sweetcorn. Let that cook for a while, then added some more salt and pepper, plus a bit of thyme, before slopping it all into the slow cooker.

Tried a little bit this morning, and it's fucking magnificent. Going to make some mash tonight, then stick it into some tubs, and topped with this pork thing, should hopefully make about 10 portions!
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:24, 3 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

Why don't you call it "a stew"

(PsychoChomp, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:26, Reply)

Stick some white beans in it.

(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:26, Reply)

Seems weird to call it a stew without beef in it
And yes, I'm aware that's retarded.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:28, Reply)

I had a stew once.
It didn't have any meat in it.

ANECDOTE KING RIGHT HERE.
(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:29, Reply)

Once?
You, sir, live a rock and roll lifestyle.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:37, Reply)

One time in my student days
I'd been doing a load of ecstasy with my mates and drinking red wine. When the pills hit, they did what they normally do, and made me puke a bit. That's normal for stimulants, either puking or pooing, like the first coffee of the day normally makes me shit.

But I digress.

The pills hit and I came up, hard. I did a little vom on the pavement outside my mate's house. It was dark red. I was worried.

"I'm puking up blood!"

My fear-soaked cries were heard by my drugged up mates.

Some sniggering happened. They reminded me I'd been drinking red wine.

In the red-tinged, shiny sheened puddle, I could see a white semi circle. The last half pill I had so gleefully necked.

Shall I pick it up and neck it? The demon on my left and the angel on my right were deep in discussion. My shoulders creaked as they argued.

In the end, I didn't. But it did take about a week to dissolve to nothing in the cold Welsh rain.
(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:44, Reply)

I've picked them off the toilet floor before.
I try not to mix uppers and booze, too unpredictable/mad/pukey.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Thu 4 Aug 2011, 11:01, Reply)

If you find chorizo hard to slice
Then your knives are in a shit state and you should be fucking ashamed!
( Peej, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:30, Reply)

I had no problem with anything else, it cuts through things with ease. (also enjoys taking chunks out of my finger)
This stuff was just extremely tough.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:37, Reply)

if it takes chunks out of your finger
Then your knives are in a shit state and you should be fucking ashamed!

A well maintained, quality knife should cut your finger clean off if you even touch it
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:37, Reply)

A real set of kitchen knives is something you handle with palpable fear.
Mine can cut clean through the kitchen worktop.
( Kroney, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:40, Reply)

Mine are laser-guided and can bring down Russian spy satellites with ease.
I got them from my dad, Bruce Lee, who won them in an arm-wrestling contest with Geoff Capes.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:42, Reply)

I used mine to cut the head off a drug dealer.
But it's ok, the police said I was doing them a favour.
( Kroney, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:42, Reply)

That was their first mistake.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:43, Reply)

*length gag*

( Kroney, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:44, Reply)

....and then my dad cut off my hand and it turns out the Princess was my sister!!!!!!!!

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:46, Reply)

That's nothing, my mate was mucking about with a dildo, someone opened a door, which opened toward him as he was bending over.
The hilarious outcome was that he anally penetrated himself with a dildo in front of an appreciative crowd of perfectly normal, not made up, heterosexual males in awe of my alpha male status as master storyteller.
(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:51, Reply)

Oh I miss him!

( Peej, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:53, Reply)

I don't.

(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:53, Reply)

Sarcasm my dear fellow

( Peej, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 15:50, Reply)

Hahahaha

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:54, Reply)

It's chunks because I'm usually pretty fast in moving.

( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:41, Reply)

^this

( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:37, Reply)

That does sound rather nice.
Why not call it 'AA's Munchy Pot'?
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:38, Reply)

Haha

( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 10:41, Reply)