I have the place for myself for a couple of weeks.Originally Posted by Sir C
Pound of ribeye, bucket of chips smothered in bearnaise. Red wine. Villa v Middlesbrough.
I am quite bored now already.
I have the place for myself for a couple of weeks.Pound of ribeye, bucket of chips smothered in bearnaise. Red wine. Villa v Middlesbrough.
I am quite bored now already.
Make sure you behave yourself, f. A couple of weeks is long enough for a chap to begin considering self-pollution.
You must resist such temptations.
I have plenty of tasks for moving to the new flat to keep me out of trouble.
I may have had a few takeaways.
I can never find the motivation to cook for just me. I love cooking, but for me there has to be an audience. What's the point?
The point is, you get to eat something nice.I can never find the motivation to cook for just me. I love cooking, but for me there has to be an audience. What's the point?
Why does everything have to have a point, anyway? Why can't it just be?
No, I'm describing my feelings when I say 'what's the point?', not denying that others may feel differently.
I just find the business of creating a meal only to sit down on one's own to eat it rather depressing. My feelings may be influenced by my period living alone a few years back, when mealtimes were infinitely depressing.
I can never find the motivation to cook for just me. I love cooking, but for me there has to be an audience. What's the point?I never enjoy stuff I cook for myself.
leave it in the microwave for an extra 30 seconds imo
Northern Monkey ... who can't upload a bleeding Avatar
Microwave stuff doesn't match my diet.
Are you knee-deep in filth yet, f?
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