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I can’t quite believe I have allowed things to progress this far without sharing with you the joy of Delia’s Toasties, mentioning it only in passing in an earlier post. Let me therefore correct that error…
For those of you who enjoyed “Tuna and Pasta Bake, Oh My!”, here’s the original from which I shamelessly lifted [...]

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… and I’m not going to tell you, yet, until references and everything of that ilk is complete. But watch this space.

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(”Mystifying” by the way used as an adjective.)

To pack, simply sort through your belongings and throw 50% of them out, until you have twice what you started with
Whilst packing, you will suddenly remember your favourite shirt/blouse/t-shirt and, despite not having thrown a single piece of clothing out for the last 20 years, will be utterly [...]

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Right then. Since I have the run of the world (at least those bits of it which can get me moderately swiftly to LHR) in choosing my new “gaff”, as I believe it’s called, where should I head? My thoughts so far include TW1, TW11, and TW9 if it pops in under budget. Anyone?

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As if I Can Has Cheezburger weren’t enough, now we can all consume our fill of hot kitty-on-Mac action here.
I promise faithfully to get out more.

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I’m pleased to say that Tom’s original Delia/disaster mashup has generated a whole host of imitators, all alive to the comic possibilities of sheer gas-fuelled farce. Well, OK, 2. Now Marcus Anonymous has contributed the following receipt, based loosely on this:

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You will need:

One shoulder of lamb
One large casserole dish
2 bottles champagne
9 bottles wine (2 white, 7 red)
2 parents
3 friends
Gin
One lime

Place the lamb in a tasty tagine.
Make a gin sorbet, a mackerel pate (process together mackerel fillets — watch the bones — Philly Light, Quark and freshly ground black pepper), fresh bread, an egg florentine in [...]

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Frankly, if you’re hoping for a close-up rose-tinted (or, if you think about things the way I tend to if unchecked, brown-tinted — and I don’t mean sepia) let’s-all-feel-good/bad about ourselves, this is probably the wrong place in which to sojourn, no matter how briefly.

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The first in an occasional series of reprints from Caraboo
It occurs to me that this is the ideal location in which to share with the world my love of carbohydrates, in particular this fine, fine and noble dish, winner of the 1997 “All Berkshire Culinary Disaster Contest”, following on from the strong 1996 victor, “Delia’s [...]

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