Señor Totoff
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Ermmm - Sur le Pont d' ??Gen question... what is typical Israeli food?
I went tel Avignon and Jerusalem as a kid but all I can remember is mint te, falafel and frozen yoghurt.
Ermmm - Sur le Pont d' ??Gen question... what is typical Israeli food?
I went tel Avignon and Jerusalem as a kid but all I can remember is mint te, falafel and frozen yoghurt.
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Well Harry ,thats a flash capbadge, My first posting after apprentice chef wing, was 6 Flight AAC middlewallop that was may 62, great cookhouse, lots of great looking wrac ladies ,even a few straight ones,cooks club did more business than the naafi and the sgts mess together,was a great posting and a real eyeopener, spent 18months in the teeny weenie airways flying club restaurant under the supervision of 2 resident middle aged scottish waitresses , who taught me all the perks of the job, in the larder, inthe breadstore even in the billet after hours,even put in afew hours in Beavers and skeeters, it was a great unit even went to Volos with 21 flight,the best cooksperc in wallop was weekend picnic baskets for the yuppy trainee pilot officers, when they were wooing the local talent, but thats another story for my paybookFirst to open the tin of soya links.
My dad makes the roasts, and likes them still pink on the inside.
Once he's finished carving there's always a pool of bloody meat juice at the bottom of the dish. Which he then dips a serving spoon into and drinks from. The spoon is then passed round the table for each diner to have a go. First girl I brought home for Sunday lunch nearly passed out when it came to her turn!
- end bits of beef; - Her's as she doesn't eat rare meat
- the "crackling" on lamb; - Mine as she doesn't like skin on meat
- the crispy chicken skin; - Mine as she doesn't like skin on meat
- the knobbly bit on a leg of lamb; - - Mine as she doesn't like skin on meat
- chips straight out of the fryer (just checking!!); - Privilege as she can't cook
- early wine tasting; - Neither of us are major wine fans
- larger portions; - Privilege
- cutting the rind of rashers and frying them up for myself; - Mine as she doesn't like fat on bacon
- the crispy bits on cottage pie, mac&cheese, lasagne etc; USW - Mine as I cook and serve it up
My dear wife likes her meat even rarer than me (still mooing/baaing), so there is always a goodly, bloody lot of juices left after a roast. We are very civilised about it - alternate slurps until gone (though my slurps are probably bigger!)My dad makes the roasts, and likes them still pink on the inside.
Once he's finished carving there's always a pool of bloody meat juice at the bottom of the dish. Which he then dips a serving spoon into and drinks from. The spoon is then passed round the table for each diner to have a go. First girl I brought home for Sunday lunch nearly passed out when it came to her turn!
Had Cockerel in a French Restaurant a couple of years ago.Had Abrilliant idea in my early zookeeping days,being spoiled in my last kitchen before ileft the RGJ in Celleon my 3 monthly visits to the hatchery to pick up a couple of 100000 dead cockeral chicks, for raptorfood i got them to let me have 250 live cockeral chicks to fatten up, fed the buggers for 3 months on mast futter not one was over a pound in weight, not even worth plucking scrawny buggers. learnd my lesson
if my mrs sliced the bread all the beans would slide off, some use an unsliced loaf to make doorsteps, she uses it to make wedgesI'm sorry but beans/sphag hoops on toast doesn't fall under the "chef" category but I suppose it's OK if you slice the bread yourself
We were in China in November where we visited a non-touristy Chinese restaurant. One of the menu items was chicken knuckle skewers. We (mistakenly) thought it was a poor translation - they were gross!I've known several people who ate the cartilage bits off the ends of chicken bones. They can bloody well have them. Also from my rural youth, people who were lucky enough to get a chicken, put the contents of the crop in the stew. My favourite perk is frying bread in the dripping off the joint.
Parson's nose? Best bit of the chicken.
Only if you’re one of the 21 Engrs chefs in the late 90’s in Osnabruck, who got caught by the Orderly Officer one cold early morning. Trousers round his ankles blasting into the breakfast beans.Does wanking into the pot count?