I really wanted to eat lunch out today.
But lack o’ fundage means that’s an extravagance I cannae afford. So I went to Sainsburys, and spent more than I would’ve in the local café (to be pronounced, Caff!).
Sounds daft on first gloss. But of course I’ll get at least two such meals out of that, in terms of certain ingredients – eggs, chips – and much more cheese n’ peas wise.
The mushrooms we had already. Oh, and I got some porridge n’ all. Ah, me, the rock n’ roll lifestyle, eh?
The chips were McCain microwaveable ones. Never tried them before. They were ok. The peas were alright, but not the best I’ve had, by a very long margin.
I bought a nice white roll. Much better than ordinary bread. And then slathered the whole (to be pronounced wole, a la Fred Dibnah) lot wi’ salt, pepper, n’ mayo.
As I prepared this modest yet tasty repast, I thought to myself, ‘maybe I should do a recipe book?’ And call it something like Cooking For Proles, or maybe Serfs Up?