Glo Has Heart...

I don't need my strings tugged so early in the morning (thanks Jez) But tugged they were. I cook all types of animals yet shudder at the idea of casseroling deer. Give me a pound of cow, the breasts of a lamb, the shoulders of pinky and perky and I'm happy. But every time I see venison lying stunned, purple and packed on the chiller slab in Sainsburys I see Bambi's skinny legs and big eyes. I can't kill him any more!

Too upset to write now.
Back later with views on offal.

Sooooooo Saturday

Made Chicken balls late last night.
They were not in the least like the Chicken balls we get from the Lim Lam. The Lim Lam balls are roundish with odd shaped nobulars sticking out hither and thither. My balls were longish and flattish with only the occasional protruding nobular.
Tasted great though!

Today is Burger day.
I'll shape some minced beef into man-sized patties and slap them on the griddle, hoping against hope to get that flame grilled, burnt round the edges look that is so appealing to me. Being a bit health conscious I'll drain them off on a slip of paper towel.
They'll then go in the bun along with torn lettuce leaves, chilli and tomato relish, sliced cheddar and delicate onion bracelets.

They will be mountainous.
And so will I if I carry on like this:)

But it's Saturday and I love Saturdays.
So much good stuff occurs on a Saturday that I'm going plum crazy thinking about it.
Some time later on today I will again gabble incessantly to the old dears in London. Apparently according to Mums early morning phone call, dad has developed a thing for Almond tarts.
Bugger.
That means another trip to the shop. I wonder if useless Somerfield has any ground almonds. I doubt it. All they sell is 78p a tin Coke.

So in the lingo of the young folk, I soooooo don't need that.


Cheerio:)