OFM
It is that time of the month again...
Observer Food Monthly.
I just love it.
As I've said before, I do have a pash for Nigel Slater and I'm sort of in love with Jay Rayner,
however what is in no doubt...
I DO LOVE MY FOOD.
Those of my followers might think me a bit of a hussy I don't care.
Fast and loose in the kitchen department?
Life is for living has always been my mantra...
give it some welly. That's why this year I've had to lose two stone.
Today sitting scoffing on the sofa. On the sofa?
Yes you heard it right.
Every other meal we sit at the table, always with linen napkins (not serviettes, we are talking the Observer here), candles lit (so much kinder to ladies of a certain age!)
I nearly choked on my HOME MADE prawn wrap with rocket leaves and guacamole.
Why?
Jay admitted to owning a smoking jacket and...
wait for it, a CRAVAT.
I wouldn't mind but it had taken me this long to get over his sneaky occasional trips to his local KFC.
The trail of prawn mayo down my front, looking for all the world like a stream making its way to the sea, was nothing compared to me imagining him sat in front of his wide screen telly watching a food fest called Epic Meal Time.
Which was worse? The contents of the programme or the vision of his loveliness kitted out in this Dickensian apparel.
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As I've said before, I do have a pash for Nigel Slater and I'm sort of in love with Jay Rayner,
however what is in no doubt...
I DO LOVE MY FOOD.
Those of my followers might think me a bit of a hussy I don't care.
Fast and loose in the kitchen department?
Life is for living has always been my mantra...
give it some welly. That's why this year I've had to lose two stone.
Today sitting scoffing on the sofa. On the sofa?
Yes you heard it right.
Every other meal we sit at the table, always with linen napkins (not serviettes, we are talking the Observer here), candles lit (so much kinder to ladies of a certain age!)
I nearly choked on my HOME MADE prawn wrap with rocket leaves and guacamole.
Why?
Jay admitted to owning a smoking jacket and...
wait for it, a CRAVAT.
I wouldn't mind but it had taken me this long to get over his sneaky occasional trips to his local KFC.
The trail of prawn mayo down my front, looking for all the world like a stream making its way to the sea, was nothing compared to me imagining him sat in front of his wide screen telly watching a food fest called Epic Meal Time.
Which was worse? The contents of the programme or the vision of his loveliness kitted out in this Dickensian apparel.
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I reckon you could forgive JR just about anything!
ReplyDeleteLisa x
Yes, I'm with you on this one Lisa. He's a cuddly teddy bear sort of a feller.
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