Anyway, with yet another dull half-day at work enlivened by a lunchtime pint with the Panther in The Phoneix, and a frothy-style coffee with Miss S Breslau at ITV glamorous riverside restaurant (well, "glamorous" in the sense a couple of the TOWIE harridans were tottering about reception, in a haze of St Tropez), I get home early to start the two hour stewing process. Although of course I don't start cooking when I get home, I fanny about reading, then have a bath with Milo before beginning, a mere half-an-hour before the start of tonight's Marple. Two hours of premium post-war crime drama later, Ana is starving and the lamb has almost completely fallen apart. As ever, there's never enough.

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I *still* haven't found the blinking recipe, so I might have to simply write it out on here to save having to dig through the cocking Delicious website.
Please write it out... I want to cook this SOON.....
ReplyDeleteWell I have just eaten and now I want to eat this too. It isn't fair *stamps feet* that I am such a 'food' person. Why can't I be a 'gym' person.
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