We can use this official thread to talk about what we have for lunch.
It's perfectly acceptable to be as detailed or as vague as you like when describing your lunch - it's up to you.
If you enjoy talking about your lunch while having to navigate a bizarre web of unwritten secret rules on pain of hysterical verbal abuse, please feel free to carry on contributing to the now unsupported thread. If not, then this is the place for you.
Today I had a salad sandwich, it contained sliced tomatoes, cucumber (again, sliced), some pepper (orange vegetable type one not the spice or a different colour of pepper). Interestingly as we have run out of a butter substitute I had no butter substitute on it. To compensate for this I gave it a topping of coleslaw. I used a standard white loaf which was pre-sliced into 'medium' slices to contain all the ingredients and once the sandwich was formed to my liking I made a cut with a bread knife to divide the sandwich into two approximately equal pieces. I then put it onto a plastic plate and ate it while browsing some websites at my desk.
For a dessert I choose three custard creams dunked into an instant coffee (with milk substitute - no sugar)
one could argue that a risotto made of pearl barley is not actually a risotto but frumenty. you can make frumenty with milk or stock, or indeed, cracked wheat instead of barley. frumenty is often described as britain's oldest dish; the saxons were mad for it. im not arguing with cherry's description of his dinner by any means, just... telling him an (i think) interesting series of facts about said potential evening meal.
Chicken tikka and 'mixed leaf' sandwich - which was the culinary equivalent of one of the bleaker chapters of The Road.
I also had a packet of Walkers salt & vinegar. What is it with Walkers? Do they have some sort of grand strategy to sear the tongues of the crisp-buying public so that only Walkers' DDT-strength hormone-enhanced flavours have the remotest chance of burning through the layer of necrotised tongueflesh?
I only chose them because the alternative was one of those faux-handwoven packets of 'Nantwich rock salt and Somerset cider vinegar hand-carved chipes' with a monochrome photo of two models pretending to be potato farmers on the front. One of the Twelve Signs that we're living in terminally decadent times.
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the people in charge of the nantwich hand- fried king edwards chipes probably wouldnt even make this connection, but the granddaddy of the rustic chipe market was of course the hedgehog crisp. the brown paper- look packets, the romany connection, which conjures up images of brightly coloured caravans trundling past hedgerows beneath a sapphire june sky; all of it pioneering in its contrast to the chemical- laden products of Big 'Tata of which ben so accurately speaks. yes.
quote:Originally posted by ben: I also had a packet of Walkers salt & vinegar. What is it with Walkers? Do they have some sort of grand strategy to sear the tongues of the crisp-buying public so that only Walkers' DDT-strength hormone-enhanced flavours have the remotest chance of burning through the layer of necrotised tongueflesh?
With my sandwich, I also indulged in a packet of Markses Count On Us... salt and vinegar baked crisps. Rather than having any discernable flavour, these are covered in a very fine powder that gets up ones nose as crisp approaches mouth. This mimics the feeling of an oncoming sneeze almost exactly, until just before the sneeze were to happen at which point the sensation stops, leaving you with a buzzing, false after-shock, and the disappoinment of having missed out on yet another 0.125 x orgasm.
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ok I think we've all had enough of these kinds of comments, BM. There is another thread for those who want to play silly buggers and antagonise the self-appointed club president.
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you know how in tescos if you buy pre- packaged cheese theres a picture of the farmer on it to prove how totally down tescos are with supporting their local food producers yada yada yada? i once bought some cheese purely on the basis of which of the farmers i would least object to having sexual relations with. sadly the winner was mild cheddar, a cheese which is almost always a Waste Of Everybody's Time And Fucking Effort. he was the only one without a beard though, and i liked his jumper.