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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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I've always liked brussel sprouts, have come to like broccoli, am on the fence about olives and don't care for cauliflower.
I HATE rhubarb.
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 9:26, 3 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
But my landlady made rhubarb and ginger jam and it was beautiful.
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 9:29, Reply)
and extensive veg beds, as well as several apple and pear trees - I used to whinge about 'sour English fruits' as a boy but I am coming around to gooseberries, rhubarb etc. My mother had a whole separate chest freezer for her garden produce, fucking hundreds of Kilner jars full of pickled and preserved fruit and veg.....and then there was the pickles & jams cupboard, which without exaggeration would usually house 50+ jars of each.
It was a bit much, to be honest.
Apart from celery and the marzipan/licquorice family I like pretty much everything.
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 9:43, Reply)
Our garage was originally stables, and there were arrowslits in the walls. It was pretty fucking ace now I come to think of it.
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 9:48, Reply)
It had better not be old boy. I have swords, you know.
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 9:53, Reply)
You can't just have one can you?
Anyway I have a battle axe. It just needs a handle.
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 9:57, Reply)
After a horrfic threshing machine accident a kindly carpenter called Jepeto took me and rebuilt me as the son he never had...
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:03, Reply)
worn by one of my antecedents to the coronation of George V. My father aoplogised to me when he gave it to me, because the blade is a little bent - from beating his younger brother round the head with it, he said.
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:00, Reply)
I should tug my forelock.
Except I don't have one. Will a curtsey do?
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:03, Reply)
Will you knight me? Not in a shirty way obviously.
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:09, Reply)
My father was born into a minor stately home in the Scottish borders with servants etc, and his mother's family used to co-own Pringle - but all that has translated into precisely fuck all in real terms.
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:13, Reply)
Was your grandad mates with Lenny Bennett and Jimmy Tarbuck?
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:19, Reply)
I knew you were part of the light entertainment hierarchy.
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:27, Reply)
Ask Barry Cryer.
I did find it amusing that Alan Partridge's 'peephole Pringle' was part of my family's legacy, I must admit.
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:30, Reply)
but I've decided not to elicit sordidness for a whole hour
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:32, Reply)
And love jams and chutneys.
I reckon I'm the bastard kid your mum had when she had an affair with a commoner.
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 9:46, Reply)
Chutney is also good, chutney ferrets less so.
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 9:48, Reply)
My Mum was exactly the same fruit cage, apple trees, peach tree, pears etc, they moved after 37 years in the same house, and some of the stuff at the bottom of the chest freezer was around 37 years old...we didn't eat it.
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 9:46, Reply)
and Japanese horror?
If you do then yes, I am indeed your brother.
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 9:49, Reply)
except on pizzas and in toasted sandwiches, but only if I make the sandwich myself.
The stuff mostly just freaks me out. I've got real issues with it.
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 9:49, Reply)
It's like a badge of fitting in that I will never have, or something.
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:04, Reply)
Came round to it as an adult. Apparently it's all to do with whether you can digest it properly and you don't develop all the relevant enzymes until later on. Try it every so often, you may find you like it of a sudden.
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 10:17, Reply)
I had some in little French restaurant near where I live, it was so soft it was acyually a liquid at room temperature, le nyoms!
(, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 9:53, Reply)
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