Yuk! Just reading about Spam fritters has taken me back to my schooldays. I enjoyed the fritter bit, but the industrial quality, fake Spam we were served seemed to be filled with grit! Enough to make me shudder, just thinking about it. That, and the cold, lumpy mashed potato. Please stop it!
I think my mum served up Spam fairly often when we were young, although I don't remember it very well. Maybe I've blocked it from my memory. Wartime generation, and we were both [me and my sister] born in the Fifties, so there wasn't a lot of money to go around.
I'd like to think the New Year resolutions of dog owners would be to pick up their s**t. I'm sick of having to avoid it no matter where I go.
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
@Ergates, wonder if we went to the same school! Ours was served with beetroot with bristly bits in it, swimming in crimson liquid that seemed into the lumpy mashed potato. Not been that keen on beetroot either since then.
My New Year resolution is not to have a resolution but to take things as they come. Can't plan with Covid anyway.
Dordogne and Norfolk. Clay in Dordogne, sandy in Norfolk.
I’d like to say that I would worry less about weeds but I’ve already spied them up and am determined to get them out, as best I can, no point it putting compost on the top, they’ll love it.
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
My resolution is to use stuff up! Dozens of half empty containers with everything from face cream to mustard plus plastic tubs in freezer, is it wild garlic soup or rhubarb compote?
I adore free samples of beauty products but they need to be applied to the face, hair , body etc if they are to work.
Scented candles lose their scent and soap goes hard so no more hoarding for me.
Our school dinners were delicious. I wish I could make pastry as light and crispy. The cook even sprinkled a little parsley on the top! P.S. Even the teachers ate them.
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Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Wartime generation, and we were both [me and my sister] born in the Fifties, so there wasn't a lot of money to go around.
I'd like to think the New Year resolutions of dog owners would be to pick up their s**t. I'm sick of having to avoid it no matter where I go.
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
@Ergates, wonder if we went to the same school! Ours was served with beetroot with bristly bits in it, swimming in crimson liquid that seemed into the lumpy mashed potato. Not been that keen on beetroot either since then.
My New Year resolution is not to have a resolution but to take things as they come. Can't plan with Covid anyway.
P.S. Even the teachers ate them.