I cooked a Morroccan chicken casserole on Friday night and because of the height of the new cooker, I get the odd splash.
Cooking a Casserole
The apron was a present from a Michelin-starred chef from Glasgow, who’s moved his restaurant, Mr. Underhill’s to Ludlow.
Any resemblence between Chris Bradley and myself is purely coincidental.
June 10, 2012 - Posted by AnonW | Food, World | Restaurant
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What this blog will eventually be about I do not know.
But it will be about how I’m coping with the loss of my wife and son to cancer in recent years and how I manage with being a coeliac and recovering from a stroke. It will be about travel, sport, engineering, food, art, computers, large projects and London, that are some of the passions that fill my life.
And hopefully, it will get rid of the lonely times, from which I still suffer.
Why Anonymous? That’s how you feel at times.
The Anonymous Widower
You’re looking great . . . this reminds of an apron that a Female friend wore at a Barbeque in outback OZ.
At Kiana Cattle Station in NT . . . Cissy came out wearing an Apron . . . which had naked Boobs at the top . . .
In the semi dark of the evening she fooled everybody {who were in various stages of NOT looking} . . .
It turned out to be a fun Apron . . . Once, some of the other girls, started laughing at the guy’s reaction . . .
Then all the guys, realised that this was a fake fun apron . . . they had been fooled.
Comment by Steam Lover | June 10, 2012 |