The ultimate devestation is for your chinese to delivery to arrive and then discover there's no milk
You and I need to start hanging out more often, 3 in 1 trays, pints of milk with curry - you are my soul mate!!
The ultimate devestation is for your chinese to delivery to arrive and then discover there's no milk, an urgent trip to the garage for milk follows.
I don't like milk.
We had our own dairy cows growing up. I loved the cream at the top but I didn't like the taste of the milk itself.
I haven't drunk milk since I was pre-teen. Funny enough, my mother didn't like milk nor do many of my sisters, nieces. Must be a female family thing. So black coffee, black tea for the Marion clan.
However, I like milk in scrambled eggs, I adore cheese, love pancakes, I love Ben & Gerrys, Hagendasz icecream, Love Glenisk greek yogurt, like parsley sauce on the side, like cream pastries, love butter on toast.
So, what's my food to die for?
Milk. I think it would kill me if I were to drink it.
I'm not that brave!
Marion
As far as dairy products are concerned, I eat mainly low fat stuff; yoghurts, cheese, milk etc. But real butter is the one thing I refuse to give up - life's too short for "dairy spreads"I also can't contemplate life without my friday night takeaway - usually Chinese or Indian, sometimes pizza, either before or after a few pints. I've just moved out of Dublin and have gone from paying over €4.50 for a Guinness to €3.35, or €3.10 if I go further up the road and chance a Beamish so I'm more inclined to go for a few drinks on a Friday than I was before.
I'm a firm believer in a balanced diet while not denying myself anything I fancy. I see friends who eat low fat everything, steamed veg, brown rice etc and are "healthier" than me. But I'm the only one of the group who's never sick so I must be doing something right! Everything in moderation is my motto.
Please set out a 3rd chair and let me know when that order is being placed. I'll even bring the milk!You and I need to start hanging out more often, 3 in 1 trays, pints of milk with curry - you are my soul mate!!
Please set out a 3rd chair and let me know when that order is being placed. I'll even bring the milk!
We had our own dairy cows growing up.
Marion
Like Complainer was a big fan of batch bread and real butter but that has gone by the wayside too unless its on the go in relatives homes.
we used to refer to it as "warm" milk! tasted completely different to todays watered down stuff.I grew up on a dairy farm too, I loved 'raw' milk- we used to have a jug of it in the fridge and before you'd use it, you'd have to stir it to mix the cream back into the milk.Do you remember the milk tasting different once the cows went out to grass for the first time in the spring?
I still like milk, but my father refuses to let me have any raw milk nowadays ( ever since he read a very, very long report on the possibilities of food poisoning, salmonella etc from unpasteurised milk), and buys pasteurised milk instead.
We probably built up quite an immune system when you think about it!
Two cholesterol tablets tonight.
Please set out a 3rd chair and let me know when that order is being placed. I'll even bring the milk!
I'm looking forward to my 3 in 1 and milk tonight, and even better i'm pregnant so i can stuff myself guilt free!
Yes Déise and unless the blaas were bought in Ballybricken they were useless. Many's the blaa dripping with red lead passed through my lips, after a load of black-steak and chucks from the Mayors Walk.
You've really upset me now with prawns and batch/butter
Would anyone care to translate for the rest of us?Yes Déise and unless the blaas were bought in Ballybricken they were useless. Many's the blaa dripping with red lead passed through my lips, after a load of black-steak and chucks from the Mayors Walk.
Vanilla said:We probably built up quite an immune system when you think about it!
Blaas & red lead ( as luncheon sausage is known locally ) - food of the Gods ( & Deise folk )
Yes Déise and unless the blaas were bought in Ballybricken they were useless. Many's the blaa dripping with red lead passed through my lips, after a load of black-steak and chucks from the Mayors Walk.
Ah the good old days.
A feed of large bottles in Walsh's of Ballybricken & then over to Johnny Walkers for scallops or down to Charlie Uptons for crubeens - you'd be spitting out the knuckles the whole way home - class or wha'
Would anyone care to translate for the rest of us?
After 3 or 4 pint bottles of Phoenix, you'll understand every word, Complainer!
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