tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post7236492797292319413..comments2023-04-17T16:39:25.286+05:00Comments on Chef Files: Mulligans CoddleAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-17166354338706832072012-11-04T23:18:06.648+05:002012-11-04T23:18:06.648+05:00Yes Tina, actually I have. Perhaps one for the fut...Yes Tina, actually I have. Perhaps one for the future though, eh?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-80876490841037080842012-11-03T23:57:03.422+05:002012-11-03T23:57:03.422+05:00Got any big burgwr recipes under your hatGot any big burgwr recipes under your hatTinanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-27645548593039964432012-11-02T21:50:27.420+05:002012-11-02T21:50:27.420+05:00Only the good looking ones hen.Only the good looking ones hen.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-80552468829340006052012-11-02T21:29:25.284+05:002012-11-02T21:29:25.284+05:00Oh Chef! You make a girl blush...Oh Chef! You make a girl blush...Ponita in Real Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06886875733169389887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-42966507674939068172012-11-02T10:21:07.446+05:002012-11-02T10:21:07.446+05:00Ahh c'mon, if you close both eyes and view me ...Ahh c'mon, if you close both eyes and view me from a mile away I'm no bad looking. <br />Not all of us have the showbiz looks of the little singing fella himself.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-65419920709846142022012-11-02T03:01:43.839+05:002012-11-02T03:01:43.839+05:00Ah Big Joe, that was some dance he threw, the big ...Ah Big Joe, that was some dance he threw, the big ugly heid on him. Funny how we never saw both of you in the same room at the same time.<br />BTW, the hammer-drill I borrowed? How can I put this? You know the story about the sword in the stone.....oops!mapstewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07159592046833798019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-44778747155345135462012-11-02T02:05:50.615+05:002012-11-02T02:05:50.615+05:00Fair enough, 'twas yours, but only because you...Fair enough, 'twas yours, but only because you took a lend of it fae big Egan after the dancing last summer so. As for me accidentally losing your salmon rod, a big fish jumped up out of the river and stole it as I was drinking of the tea so.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-35688706915393329352012-11-01T23:19:41.564+05:002012-11-01T23:19:41.564+05:00Who's lawnmower?Who's lawnmower?mapstewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07159592046833798019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-91049443800866292892012-11-01T22:58:08.543+05:002012-11-01T22:58:08.543+05:00My dearest Pony-doll, for you hen I'd always m...My dearest Pony-doll, for you hen I'd always make sure I placed the toilet seat in the downward position because of your patter. I'd raise something else for yis also.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-18220597788743131702012-11-01T22:56:16.535+05:002012-11-01T22:56:16.535+05:00UB, I reguarly read the words of a faither in Manh...UB, I reguarly read the words of a faither in Manhattan. He nurtures his daughter, swathes her in culture, introduces her to the arts and above all else... loves and dotes on her. Bit of an oul legend himself methinks.<br /><br />Several espressos! Remember my size. It takes an hour for it to reach my brain on the journey northwards fae my legs.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-71420876726100810652012-11-01T21:21:08.827+05:002012-11-01T21:21:08.827+05:00Nothing better than a nice hot stew on a cool fall...Nothing better than a nice hot stew on a cool fall day.<br /><br />I made stew last Sunday but don't use a recipe... I tend to "wing it" with a lot of things. But it was very thick with meat and veggies... and plump dumplings on top that were light and fluffy on the inside. Very delicious, was what I was told and that made me happy.<br /><br />You da was a fine man, and from the sounds of things, he raised fine sons, as you are doing with your own boys. My own dad was cut from similar cloth, although we didn't have things as hard as you did growing up. The personal ethics of a man are evident in how he cares for his family.<br /><br />Ponita in Real Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06886875733169389887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-77196241448657769982012-11-01T17:22:07.699+05:002012-11-01T17:22:07.699+05:00Several espressos?! Is that a typo? Several espres...<i>Several</i> espressos?! Is that a typo? Several espressos would put me under a bridge.<br /><br />Your father sounds like a legend. They don't make 'em like that anymore. You should see the fathers here in Manhattan. Needy, soft around the edges and prone to complain about every little thing. I wish I were kidding.The Unbearable Banishmenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05704208968630911021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-2835875593664686272012-11-01T09:23:48.350+05:002012-11-01T09:23:48.350+05:00Tina, okay.Tina, okay.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-40039403162140241042012-11-01T09:21:37.740+05:002012-11-01T09:21:37.740+05:00Their ways... like borrowing hedge trimmers and le...Their ways... like borrowing hedge trimmers and leaving them on the bus perhaps?<br /><br />These days I buy power tools and just throw them away. It saves you having to make up anymore excuses like the last one.<br /><br />"A big magpie swooped out of a tree and took up your lawnmower in its beak!"Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-83733131305297306952012-11-01T09:17:32.187+05:002012-11-01T09:17:32.187+05:00Dear lady, one never associates chest hair with yo...Dear lady, one never associates chest hair with your good self. It is somewhat akin to painting a beard on the Mona Lisa.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-29147346788272687922012-11-01T09:15:19.533+05:002012-11-01T09:15:19.533+05:00Ahh now Hope, a good stew pot is never empty, mere...Ahh now Hope, a good stew pot is never empty, merely topped up. This slacking must stop!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-63032194388277588012012-11-01T07:54:35.365+05:002012-11-01T07:54:35.365+05:00Cows cant have bones in there tails otherwise they...Cows cant have bones in there tails otherwise they couldnt swoosh them about.Tinanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-46134572209677118182012-11-01T05:00:33.922+05:002012-11-01T05:00:33.922+05:00One of the winter meals I make for my family, and ...One of the winter meals I make for my family, and much loved by them, is the stew made with bacon 'pieces'. A recipe learned from Ma back in the days when any stew was a luxury. All of us kids helped in the preparation, Ma was a great one to pass on her skills, still is, and we have all carried on in her tradition. The 'pieces' were the bits of bacon not pretty enough to display and were bagged together and sold very cheaply. Luckily a certain supermarket still sells 'pieces' and I can feed the whole family, and several friends with this delicious meal for less than 5 euros. <br /><br />It wasn't until after he died that I learned of the hard work Da did for all those years. Tough, gentle men. I've never heard a bad word said of him. We try our best to live up to their standards, their ways, and the love they had for their families.<br /><br />Nice one my friend.mapstewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07159592046833798019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-48055359229191604882012-11-01T04:48:09.648+05:002012-11-01T04:48:09.648+05:00That is a very superior stew. I'd make it mys...That is a very superior stew. I'd make it myself but I'm afraid it could put hairs on my chest.Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01529798893653033970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-42516238305301627182012-11-01T03:53:04.419+05:002012-11-01T03:53:04.419+05:00Funny, how the act of making stew always warms me ...Funny, how the act of making stew always warms me as much as eating it...the preparation seems like a thread that's wound down through the generations, holding us all together somehow. Then again, I am the sentimental fool in the family. :)<br /><br />Standing ovation for your Dad. Trying not to grumble about my job the other day, I caught my reflection in the glass of my office door. Although I look like my Mom, it was my Dad's face I saw. I knew that expression: dogged determination in the face of the mundane. I could hear Dad in my head, patiently explaining to little kid me that a man took a job to feed his family because he loved the family, but it didn't mean he had to love the job. My siblings never understood that Dad came from a generation who provided selflessly, because providing was the most important job to them. They'd shake their heads, tell Dad his job was boring, he was being "used" and should quit. As the firstborn I'd angrily try to explain it to them, because I saw this as being disrespectful. Dad would shake his head, laugh and give me a hug. For him, it was enough that I accepted and understood his explanation.<br /><br />Sorry, hijacked the conversation again. Guess I best get to the kitchen and scrub out that stew pot. ;)hopehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03306622656461205674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-90324898502271843142012-11-01T00:48:24.715+05:002012-11-01T00:48:24.715+05:00The honour is all mine dear lady. Do pass on my na...The honour is all mine dear lady. Do pass on my name to your haters, I will be glad to defend your corner at a moments notice.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-43688249320401760422012-11-01T00:47:12.529+05:002012-11-01T00:47:12.529+05:00Fly, I have a recipe for Horsemeat Brochettes à la...Fly, I have a recipe for Horsemeat Brochettes à la Trois Pistoles should you struggle for other cuts of flesh.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-4837764548296318802012-11-01T00:42:25.516+05:002012-11-01T00:42:25.516+05:00Blood sweat and tears it was too. He left a legacy...Blood sweat and tears it was too. He left a legacy behind him that his sons have tried to live up to.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-88785373551579587842012-10-31T20:27:15.502+05:002012-10-31T20:27:15.502+05:00perfect meal for a cold day, sugar! and a perfect ...perfect meal for a cold day, sugar! and a perfect story to share with friends today. i am honored. xoxoxosavannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04310843901371718758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-91262491058003520752012-10-31T16:59:07.159+05:002012-10-31T16:59:07.159+05:00An answer to prayer...for I can get good grass fed...An answer to prayer...for I can get good grass fed beef here!<br />Not Scots quality....but after years in France with beef like a tramp's discarded shoe leather it's the next best thing.<br />the fly in the webhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04563871975125538755noreply@blogger.com