Or rather, some 24 carrot food tails that need to be perched on this hog, I mean, blog. My name is Jelly, and I am funky.
04/11/2010 - 04/11/2010 2 °C
I bought a pack of carrots from M&S (that's Marks and Spencer for the uninitiated) which you can steam in the bag in the microwave (right in the bag!!! Modern UK science is amazing!!! No more boiling vegetables beyond recognition or health benefits) - and the bag helpfully states: *warning - contents may be particularly hot* - Even the carrots sound English!'
Sorry, how hot?!
Ah, right. *Particularly* hot. Good-o.
Who knew that adjectives were a measurement of heat? Not aye!
I have also steeled myself to the ultimate challenge of trying some haggis. I've seen it, discussed it, mocked it, feared it, photographed it - all that remained was to try it.
And that I did.
Thoughts: anything which is this unmentionably odd to eat which has to be disguised with oats and spice and gravy, well, it was ...alright...
But it's not my food of choice.
Someone hand me a deep fried Mars Bar, stat!!
(yet to come, keep the emergency lines open)