Dinner tonight?

[Sir C]

Roast chicken, mashed potato, some green nonsense, GRAVY!

[Burney]

Roast chicken, mashed potato, some green nonsense, GRAVY!

Wife's away. I'm thinking I'll make Hong Shau Rou*.









*Obviously, this won't happen.

[Monty92]

Roast chicken, mashed potato, some green nonsense, GRAVY!

Berenjak tomorrow

I'm going out in STYLE, baby!11111!!!!!!

[Luis Anaconda]

Roast chicken, mashed potato, some green nonsense, GRAVY!

Lovely - what time do you want me to come round?

[Burney]

Berenjak tomorrow

I'm going out in STYLE, baby!11111!!!!!!

I like the way you're treating moving out of London as though you're about to expire.


I'm very much looking forward to your updates on what it's like living in the sticks surrounded by stolid, Middle-England types.

[Sir C]

Wife's away. I'm thinking I'll make Hong Shau Rou*.









*Obviously, this won't happen.

But you must! Why wouldn't you? Assuming you have the belly in the fridge?

Otherwise, it's kebab town all the way.

[Sir C]

Berenjak tomorrow

I'm going out in STYLE, baby!11111!!!!!!

Oh those Iranians will love it when you walk in.

[Burney]

But you must! Why wouldn't you? Assuming you have the belly in the fridge?

Otherwise, it's kebab town all the way.

There's just no point cooking for oneself, though, is there? It's a lot of effort and the only person one can impress is oneself.

Perhaps I'll save my pork for when the wife gets home.

[Sir C]

Lovely - what time do you want me to come round?

I think my chicken gravy is better than KFC's. It always begins with a good bed of mirepoix under the bird as it roasts, moistened by a good splash of wine. Each week the theme of the gravy is determined by the herbs left over from the weekend's meals; we might enjoy the earthiness of a thyme gravy, or the faint whiff of the glamour of travel in a background hint of coriander and ginger, even the spring freshness of mint might appear. Either way, this juice will be full-bodied, rich and thick enogh to stand your spoon up in.

[Burney]

Oh those Iranians will love it when you walk in.

I think there's a terrible, fish-out-of-water Radio 4 sitcom to be had from the experiences of a North London Jew among the yeoman types. It could be called 'Goys Will Be Goys'.