What about the guy who caught a lobster, probably the scariest looking thing ever, and thought to boil it alive in water and eat it's insides?Don't, it's just not worth it, it's like the bloke that decided to try cow's milk.
We always saved fat from roasting a joint &c to use next time. It was decanted into a bowl and thick sediment left behind was mixed with flour to make the gravy, adding water from the boiled potatoes as necessary.
I still do^^ Absolutely, and if there was any left I used to pour it on my plate and mop it up with bread.
My late parents used to eat dripping sandwiches. I can't stand the stuff.
My granddad used to eat "Lardy cake", I'm not sure if it's supposed to be like this or my nan was just a terrible cook but it had sizable chunks of lard in it.My late parents used to eat dripping sandwiches. I can't stand the stuff.
Well, now you know - if you can't stomach the cake you can always nip out and scrub the car with itMy granddad used to eat "Lardy cake", I'm not sure if it's supposed to be like this or my nan was just a terrible cook but it had sizable chunks of lard in it.
I would try to describe the feeling of biting into a clod of lard but I don't think I'll find the right words without yarfing (again).
The world has gone soft.
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^^ Absolutely, and if there was any left I used to pour it on my plate and mop it up with bread.
The world has gone soft.
The one thing we all forget though is when these foods were common 80% of the workforce did a physical job and had no central heating.
Pretty sure Lardy Cake shouldn't have chunks of lard in it It's just a fruit bread enhanced by lard. My grandad had a friend who had two Dashhunds, one was called Larky and after seeing it up on the kitchen table scoffing some we've always know Lardy cake as Larky cake.
Pretty sure Lardy Cake shouldn't have chunks of lard in it It's just a fruit bread enhanced by lard. My grandad had a friend who had two Dashhunds, one was called Larky and after seeing it up on the kitchen table scoffing some we've always know Lardy cake as Larky cake.
The dripping from a beef joint on a sunday afternoon, while veggies been done, after a few pints is almost better than bad sex!
My late parents used to eat dripping sandwiches. I can't stand the stuff.