^ ageed a great job of browing the pork. Many photos on this thread make it look as the meat has been boiled or steamed. Get that sear on, and turn down the heat.
^ ageed a great job of browing the pork. Many photos on this thread make it look as the meat has been boiled or steamed. Get that sear on, and turn down the heat.
^In the kind of greasy cafes he frequents back in Rhyl Scouseland tinned tomatoes are a delicacy
A tin or two of tinned tomatoes adds bulk and flavour to any self respecting bolognelse.
They haven't heard of Bolognese in Wales, only the Taffies who have travelled as far as Liverpool are considered cultured enough to comment on tinned tomatoes.
Technically Rhyl is Liverpool on Sea
Nowt wrong with tinned tomatoes, I drink em out the can
The beaches at and around Ryhl ain't too bad but the town itself is a total shithole, makes Crewe look upmarket.
Looks better than a lot of other resort towns in the UK
Multi cultural
Better looking breakfasts than the slop served up by Albanians and Turks in north London
Oddly enough there are many familys in Wales which have Italian roots. During the last war a lot were interned there and mixed with the local people. Bracchi cafes and Carpanini ice cream are evidence of this. I still remember the first time I went into a bracchi in Aberdare..., the huge coffee machine with the Eagle soaring above it and the steamed up windows.
https://munchies.vice.com/en_uk/arti...c-italian-food
Considering Punty ate some random shit on his most recent sex tour, I must say, comparatively he ate better and more healthier on his hols.
How hard is it to get something so simple wrong in Thailand, it either comes out of the restaurant kitchen raw or you have to wait 60 minutes till it's boiled to death.
Don't Thais know about the three minute rule?
^Oh My Cod still managed to mess it up by bringing me two 1min eggs. Sent them back and when they returned I could see they had somehow balanced my open eggs in the boiling water again. Lower parts of the egg overdone and the top area raw. Toast had arrived 5 mins before, underdone, rock hard and butter portions cold and unspreadable.
Chris was sat there on his fat arse playing on his laptop and deliberately remained olivious to it, so I abandoned everything, paid for my tea and left.
It was the next visit when I actually walked off without paying for anything after they fucked up another meal. I was a regular too. That was the final straw.
That was the famous ''runner'' I did. More like a stroll really, was with my cousin.
A British culinary classic for breakfast today.
The wonder of this dish is that its versatility means it tastes just as good for breakfast, lunch, dinner or after 10 pints at 2am. Topped off with English cheddar and a dash of HP it's yet more proof why we from the foggy isles have the best breakfast options known to man.
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