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Posted by sean on 06/01/2015 at 9:45 pm in Cooking, Nandos with No Comments


For Christmas, I received a selection of Nandos sauces. This evening, I decided to cook some chicken…

Shortly after getting up this morning, I covered two chicken breasts in marinade.

Half an hour in the oven, and this came out…

The chicken was transferred to a plate and vegetables added…

Very tasty it was too…

I didn’t lick the plate as the sauce was very hot!

Posted by sean on 28/02/2014 at 10:23 pm in Cooking, Fun At Home with No Comments


Pancake Day came early to our house tonight.

Here is Claire’s effort

Mine was less successful…

I’m a useless tosser (of pancakes)

Posted by sean on 29/05/2011 at 4:33 pm in Cooking, Football, Nandos with 1 Comment


EATING OUT
John came round on Friday. We were planning on going to Nandos, but upon getting there, people were queuing out of the restaurant door. Not wanting to wait hours and end up having Peri Peri chicken for our breakfast, we decided to drive out of town to The George pub in Bathampton. The meal was nice.

While eating, I overheared a woman, who must have been at least 25 stone, tell her husband “I’ve just been told they’ve sold out of the salad. I’ve had to order the Mixed Grill instead”. I’m sure that must have been gutting for the greedy cow.

POSH COFFEE
I couldn’t help but notice those TV ads doing the rounds for Kenco Millicano coffee. You’ve probably seen them yourself. The one where some mother walks into her son’s school and takes away the coffee he has brought in for a harvest festival and gives him a tin of mouldy old peaches. I think another ad shows a couple about to have sex on the kitchen, but immediately stop after knocking over a packet of the coffee. If only Imogen Thomas had smashed a coffee jar during her night with Ryan Giggs, it would have saved no end of problems.

I’ve got a coffee machine in my flat, but also drink coffee in work. The instant coffee I drink there doesn’t come close to the real stuff, so Kenco’s promise of “instant real coffee” was appealing. I bought a packet and after sampling, I have to admit, I am impressed. It doesn’t share the quality of freshly made coffee, of that I am not surprised. However, it is by far the best instant coffee I have tasted. I’ll be bouncing off the walls when I return to work on Tuesday.

THE CHAMPIONS LEAGUE
Last nights Champions League final was most delightful. Not only because I am a Barca fan (well, they’re my “foreign” team), but because they beat Manchester United. Barca didn’t just beat ManU, they destroyed them. If the performance could have been foreseen, ITV would have had to issue a warning pre-match that the upcoming programme contains frequent scenes of rape.

This isn’t me having a go at Manchester United (although, it was funny). They were simply outclassed. Barca were simply a joy to watch and gave everyone a lesson in football – most notably Fergie and his boys.

I know this blog will result in a barrage of comments from bitter Man Utd fans (anything anti-ManU usually does). Let me say this in advance – it’s football, get over yourselves. People support and like different teams. I know this may be hard to believe, seeing as I live in Somerset, but I dislike your team. Any comments will be marked as spam, unless they amuse me and I’ll approve them, simply for the purpose of ridicule.

Posted by sean on 22/12/2010 at 10:52 pm in Cooking, Television with No Comments


While flicking through the TV channels this evening, all of which were filled with low-rate Christmas specials, I briefly stopped to watch one of the many cooking shows that overrun our television screens throughout the year.

This particular cookery programme featured Gordon Ramsey. Ramsey is probably my favourite TV chef, or rather the only one I can tolerate. Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall is a pretentious cock. Jamie Oliver is a fish-lipped cockney cock; while all the other chefs, I have not bothered to watch for long enough to learn their name or what strange concoctions they are famous for cooking and serving up as food. However, they are probably all cocks.

Even old Gordon was crap tonight though. He was cooking with his kids and mother. You could tell he was getting frustrated when his son made a mistake and nearly ruined the entire meal, while later on in the episode Old Mother Ramsey hovered around her son, constantly telling him what he was doing wrong and how his cooking should be improved.

Not once did the chef famous for swearing let out a profanity. The show would have been a million times better, if after Gordon JNR had added too much egg to the meal, Ramsey had turned around and berated the infant with a tirade of abuse, brutal enough to result in a NSPCC investigation. I know its Christmas and the time for good will to all men, but I would have probably bought the Gordon Ramsey ‘Cooking with the Family’ DVD Boxset if he had stopped his mother mid-criticism, and told her to shut the fuck up and shoved the festive dessert they were preparing in her fat Scottish face.

Sadly, Gordon showed the patience of a saint. Either that or he bottled up all his anger and once the cameras had stopped running, threw Tiddles, the family cat, in the wheelie bin. Or rather given it to Hugh to stick in a River Cottage pie.

Posted by sean on 29/03/2010 at 8:46 pm in Cooking, Fun At Home with No Comments


The whole street is without power. It has been down for half an hour now.

Worst still, I was cooking my tea at the time – it had not finished and is half frozen – a present for the binmen.

Not knowing when electricity will be restored, I have been forced to make a ‘meal’ comprising of banana, apple, crisps and custard.

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