Foxy
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I'd never have guessed.........Er, none.
I'd never have guessed.........Er, none.
Sounds great Chas, especially the train set in your Ma's garden!I'm looking over my shoulder today as I've had a good day.
Just prepped a 9lb pork shoulder joint for the oven as the eldest is over tomorrow with the feral spawn. It'll go in the oven just after 8am for a slow six hour cook. Crackling and melted meat aplenty.
It was my Ma's 87th in the week and I took her present over today. A train set. Bloody loved it. We're going to set it up in her garden. It goes with her 'homage' to Dungeness in her gravel garden with (working) lighthouse, shacks and fishing boats.
I want to add the power station but she's not sure. We'll def do a replica of the pub that we visit that is by the lighthouse and terminus for the RHDR
I know what a yarmulke is but I don't wear one.Sounds great Chas, especially the train set in your Ma's garden!
But "pork", I thought you Yids were excluded from such delights, on religious grounds?
I don't even know what a yarmulke is!!
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on occasion we’d get ‘orphaned’ lambs - where the mum had mastitis and couldn’t feed all her lambs. If the young lambs went hypothermic and the dog was full we’d sling it in the bottom oven of the aga (with the door open) to warm them up. The way we saw it was a familiarisation recce for when they were older!Sorry Duck, it it’s like this,my youngest loved little lambs, then she actually tried one and fell in love with the taste
So you the sort that sends innocent little lamb's to the oven..I think that makes you the number one candidate on this forum for being his lamb aphobic..on occasion we’d get ‘orphaned’ lambs - where the mum had mastitis and couldn’t feed all her lambs. If the young lambs went hypothermic and the dog was full we’d sling it in the bottom oven of the aga (with the door open) to warm them up. The way we saw it was a familiarisation recce for when they were older!
When I'd been out rabbiting, you could tell from the flavour of the meat which side of the farm the rabbit had been shot, because there was a load of wild garlic growing along one hedgerow; the rabbits ate the leaves and it flavoured the meat.So you the sort that sends innocent little lamb's to the oven..I think that makes you the number one candidate on this forum for being his lamb aphobic..
Here’s a bit of useless information, if you eat Rabbit on it’s own for every meal you dieWhen I'd been out rabbiting, you could tell from the flavour of the meat which side of the farm the rabbit had been shot, because there was a load of wild garlic growing along one hedgerow; the rabbits ate the leaves and it flavoured the meat.
So we planted out a field with a load of mint and kept the lambs in that field for a couple of weeks before they went to slaughter - it pre-minted the lamb and the flavour was amazing.
Or feed her dog liver.Moral of the story? Shoot the bitch!