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Talking of dirty money, has anyone tried washing one of our new (UK) waterproof bank notes? I presume they are drip dry or otherwise might melt under an iron.
I have some Nepalese notes ... I hope 1,000 rup's doesn't sound miserly

the way the pound has been lately, I suggest you hang on until the Nepalese rupee is worth a bit more!
 
Pigs in Duvets

Well dahlinks! as Brillat-Savarin says: The discovery of a new dish does more for mankind than the discovery of a new star. And so, I give you: Pigs in Duvets! (or Doonas, as our Australian cobbers call the continental quilt).

:)

This delectable breakfast dish can easily be created in the comfort of your own home – without too much chastising of the domestic staff (unless they are very turned on by this).

First, whip up your slave until he is stiff and standing up in peaks. Force him to turn his sausage at intervals in a hot frying pan until it’s nicely browned on all sides.

Meanwhile, prepare a slice of white bread (or brown bread if you are the tender romantic type and concerned about your heart :heart:). Gently spread the slice of bread with your best massage oil … no, butter! Spread it with butter. (Margarine?!!! Not in my kitchen! How dare you :mad:.) Cut the crusts off. It’s best to do this after the buttering, as otherwise the bread falls apart under your butter knife.

(Yes of course I have a special knife for spreading butter :rolleyes:.)

A similar process may be used on any crusty old curmudgeons hanging around in your life. Butter them up well, with plenty of flattery and delicate flirting. You will find they soon melt into soft-hearted old gennelmen whom you can snuggle up to and whose wandering hands will keep you hot and active on the coldest of winter days.

Wrap the nicely browned sausage in your slice of well-buttered bread – and possibly a smidgeon of sauce to lubricate and add to the taste of the dish. (I use ketchup but you may be able to think of other acceptable alternatives.) You can pick up the sausage rolled in the bread in your fingers, grip it tightly and pop the little pink end protruding out of the roll of bread slice into your warm wet mouth. Suck on it, bite it – just as you please, so that hot juices squirt from the well-buttered and sauced up bread as you eat out your delicious pig in a duvet.

:cathappy:

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Well dahlinks! ,,,, Pigs in Duvets!
:)

This delectable breakfast dish can easily be created in the comfort of your own home – without too much chastising of the domestic staff (unless they are very turned on by this).

First, whip up your slave until he is stiff and standing up in peaks. Force him to turn his sausage at intervals...until it’s nicely browned on all sides.

....


A similar process may be used on any crusty old curmudgeons hanging around in your life. Butter them up well, with plenty of flattery and delicate flirting. You will find they soon melt into soft-hearted old gennelmen whom you can snuggle up to and whose wandering hands will keep you hot and active on the coldest of winter days.

Wrap the nicely browned sausage in your slice of well-buttered bread – and possibly a smidgeon of sauce to lubricate and add to the taste of the dish. .... You can pick up the sausage rolled in the bread in your fingers, grip it tightly and pop the little pink end protruding out of the roll of bread slice into your warm wet mouth. Suck on it, bite it – just as you please, so that hot juices squirt from the well-buttered and sauced up bread as you eat out your delicious pig in a duvet.

:cathappy:

You are quite aware of the devastating effect which that piece of thinly disguised erotica will have on the reader don't you?:kiss::devil:
Lovely to read you Naoko.
 
Well dahlinks! as Brillat-Savarin says: The discovery of a new dish does more for mankind than the discovery of a new star. And so, I give you: Pigs in Duvets! (or Doonas, as our Australian cobbers call the continental quilt).

:)

This delectable breakfast dish can easily be created in the comfort of your own home – without too much chastising of the domestic staff (unless they are very turned on by this).

First, whip up your slave until he is stiff and standing up in peaks. Force him to turn his sausage at intervals in a hot frying pan until it’s nicely browned on all sides.

Meanwhile, prepare a slice of white bread (or brown bread if you are the tender romantic type and concerned about your heart :heart:). Gently spread the slice of bread with your best massage oil … no, butter! Spread it with butter. (Margarine?!!! Not in my kitchen! How dare you :mad:.) Cut the crusts off. It’s best to do this after the buttering, as otherwise the bread falls apart under your butter knife.

(Yes of course I have a special knife for spreading butter :rolleyes:.)

A similar process may be used on any crusty old curmudgeons hanging around in your life. Butter them up well, with plenty of flattery and delicate flirting. You will find they soon melt into soft-hearted old gennelmen whom you can snuggle up to and whose wandering hands will keep you hot and active on the coldest of winter days.

Wrap the nicely browned sausage in your slice of well-buttered bread – and possibly a smidgeon of sauce to lubricate and add to the taste of the dish. (I use ketchup but you may be able to think of other acceptable alternatives.) You can pick up the sausage rolled in the bread in your fingers, grip it tightly and pop the little pink end protruding out of the roll of bread slice into your warm wet mouth. Suck on it, bite it – just as you please, so that hot juices squirt from the well-buttered and sauced up bread as you eat out your delicious pig in a duvet.

:cathappy:

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You licentious thing, you. :kiss:
How did you know ?
 
Here in the colonies this is known as a pig in a blanket. Instead of bread, we use ready made biscuits from a can. They can be made in three sizes, Small using cocktail weenies, regular using, hotdogs, and large using sausages. One size never fits all. ;)
 
Lovely to read you Naoko.
:kiss::rose::kiss:

You licentious thing, you. :kiss:
How did you know ?
:heart:

Here in the colonies this is known as a pig in a blanket. Instead of bread, we use ready made biscuits from a can. They can be made in three sizes, Small using cocktail weenies, regular using, hotdogs, and large using sausages. One size never fits all. ;)

Here in the Old Country, 'pigs in blankets' are little sausages wrapped in bacon. They are particularly popular at Christmas as snacks. I decided to convert them into the 'pig in duvet' with a good covering around them - safe eating, you see ;) :kiss:
 
Here in the colonies this is known as a pig in a blanket. Instead of bread, we use ready made biscuits from a can. They can be made in three sizes, Small using cocktail weenies, regular using, hotdogs, and large using sausages. One size never fits all. ;)

Just when I had thought I was getting the hang of a few 'Americanisms', I get a
real curved ball; 'ready made biscuits from a can'.
How can a scone be likened to a bread roll ?
 
Just when I had thought I was getting the hang of a few 'Americanisms', I get a
real curved ball; 'ready made biscuits from a can'.
How can a scone be likened to a bread roll ?

I find that you need to dunk your McVitie's Digestive into your tea in order to get it soft enough to bend around the sausage. Perhaps a canned biscuit removes the necessity of this step?
 
I find that you need to dunk your McVitie's Digestive into your tea in order to get it soft enough to bend around the sausage. Perhaps a canned biscuit removes the necessity of this step?

You can dunk your biscuit in my can if you like, Sam ;) although I hope that wouldn't make it soft! :eek:
:)
 
Here in the colonies this is known as a pig in a blanket. Instead of bread, we use ready made biscuits from a can. They can be made in three sizes, Small using cocktail weenies, regular using, hotdogs, and large using sausages. One size never fits all. ;)
Exactly. The more gourmet-ish amongst us colonials might use 'premium' frozen biscuit kits and 'artesanal' (overpriced) sausages. Vegans might go for meatless sausage-oids but fuck-em, those need tons of spice to avoid tasting like wallpaper paste.

A pervy artery-clogging version replaces the meaty cylinder with a deep-fried mozzarella stick wrapped in bacon; a more moderate person would insert a frozen cigar-like "chicken tender" thang. Whatever. The principle is clear: wrap dough around a protein stick, leaving the ends out, and quick-roast the sucker.

Uh-oh, I'm getting ideas. Push sauerkraut against the frank before wrapping. Or sliced pineapple chunks for a Hawai'ian effect. Or jalapeno peppers. Anything tangy.
 
Exactly. The more gourmet-ish amongst us colonials might use 'premium' frozen biscuit kits and 'artesanal' (overpriced) sausages. Vegans might go for meatless sausage-oids but fuck-em, those need tons of spice to avoid tasting like wallpaper paste.

A pervy artery-clogging version replaces the meaty cylinder with a deep-fried mozzarella stick wrapped in bacon; a more moderate person would insert a frozen cigar-like "chicken tender" thang. Whatever. The principle is clear: wrap dough around a protein stick, leaving the ends out, and quick-roast the sucker.

Uh-oh, I'm getting ideas. Push sauerkraut against the frank before wrapping. Or sliced pineapple chunks for a Hawai'ian effect. Or jalapeno peppers. Anything tangy.

Nope. sorry, not as erotic as Naoko's...fail!:D
 
Exactly. . Vegans might go for meatless sausage-oids but fuck-em, those need tons of spice to avoid tasting like wallpaper paste.

Uh-oh, I'm getting ideas. Push sauerkraut against the frank before wrapping. Or sliced pineapple chunks for a Hawai'ian effect. Or jalapeno peppers. Anything tangy.

I remember my daughter expressing her surprise at being offered a vegan "veggie-burger" and telling us later that she laughed (& upset the hostess).
"Why on earth don't they simply call it "soya" and be damned ?"
 
News Story today:

"Chinese cuisine is popular the world over, but one group who struggle with it is vegetarians. Meat is nearly always on the table, no matter what part of China the cuisine comes from.

It is so ubiquitous that Zhang Xiuyan has long grown used to the difficulties of being a vegetarian in China.

The 67-year-old cannot eat meat because it upsets her stomach.

"Every time I go out, I encounter the same situation," she says.

"I tell them 'I don't eat meat, so in the soup, please don't include chicken or duck. And in the fried rice I can't have pork'."
 
News Story today:

"Chinese cuisine is popular the world over, but one group who struggle with it is vegetarians. Meat is nearly always on the table, no matter what part of China the cuisine comes from.

It is so ubiquitous that Zhang Xiuyan has long grown used to the difficulties of being a vegetarian in China.

The 67-year-old cannot eat meat because it upsets her stomach.

"Every time I go out, I encounter the same situation," she says.

"I tell them 'I don't eat meat, so in the soup, please don't include chicken or duck. And in the fried rice I can't have pork'."

What about fish ?
 
What about fish ?

No mention of fish in the story. I think the point of the story is that vegetarian dishes (without some trace of meat) are hard to come by in most parts of China.

"Beijing resident Belle Zhao is another vegetarian who has also had difficulties at restaurants.

"At some of the noodle restaurants here, even if you order a bowl with no meat, the broth is always made from meat stock," she says.

"We vegetarians can always taste it!"

She says a recent trip with friends up to China's north-east proved more difficult than other parts of the country.

"The food in the north-east is really meaty, so there wasn't a single dish we ordered that was vegetarian," she says.

"Every plate on the table in one way or another had a little bit of meat in it." "
 
Veg'n cuisine is rare in Mexico, too, outside major cities and gringo destinations. Rice and beans cook in animal fat. Meats and cheeses are omnipresent and nearly unavoidable. Pickled carrots, onions, and chilies, and the various salsas, will be animal-free, but tortillas and chips are likely larded. Stick to the tourist traps and you can escape all that.
 
Skips a billion posts .....

I've had veggie burgers that weren't horrible. Bean sprouts, shredded carrots, cabbage and other things in long bits that wound and bound together in a patty type form. Not my favorite, but sort of a salad on a bun.
 
Skips a billion posts .....

I've had veggie burgers that weren't horrible. Bean sprouts, shredded carrots, cabbage and other things in long bits that wound and bound together in a patty type form. Not my favorite, but sort of a salad on a bun.

Mushrooms. Great big flavoursome mushrooms. And if not vegan, grilled haloumi.
 
No mention of fish in the story. I think the point of the story is that vegetarian dishes (without some trace of meat) are hard to come by in most parts of China.

"Every plate on the table in one way or another had a little bit of meat in it."


It seems to me that there's a lesson here.
:)
 
G'day!

The hiatus is over! I've moved continent, got a new apartment, and started a new job. The students haven't started yet, but I think I'm ready for them. There are certain privations to being in a new place -- like not having as much sex as I'd like, and thus not enough inspiration for smut writing. The bonus was leaving campus tonight and driving to the beach for an evening dip. I saw no sharks!

So what's been happening here while I've been thus occupied?
 
I've moved continent

And here's me thought it was a small earth tremor. Oh wait, wrong reading....

Welcome to the great southern land, mate. Looks like we let anyone in, nowadays, provided they're not on a fishing boat :)

Welcome back. It's the same old same old, pretty much, although there are several new souls about. Some of them are angels, some of them are fallen, all of them with views of their own and minds to match. Some of them are even learning Australian (and are still not entirely sure whether drop bears really exist or not - hi Chloe!).

A couple of people left, some with great fanfare, but they're back, creeping in under cover of darkness. Others are on sabbatical.

Same bitchin' every contest.... Same shit, different gravy. Give yourself five minutes and you'll be up to speed.
 
And here's me thought it was a small earth tremor. Oh wait, wrong reading....

Nah, it was all over that there Richter scale!

Anyway, as we all know size does matter, and my newfound state is only three times larger in area than lil' ol' Texas!

Welcome to the great southern land, mate. Looks like we let anyone in, nowadays, provided they're not on a fishing boat :)

No worries, mate! I had to get my police clearance to get in. It seems like they no longer let in convicts! The certificate doesn't even qualify you as a fine, upstanding citizen, but simply reads 'no trace', a kind of 'mostly harmless'.

Even then, I had two interviews with Aussie immigration back in London. You see, you have to tick a box saying you've had military training and another one for explosives training, and then you get red-flagged. I wore my tweed jacket with the elbow patches to emphasize the 'mostly harmless' look!

Welcome back. It's the same old same old, pretty much, although there are several new souls about. Some of them are angels, some of them are fallen, all of them with views of their own and minds to match. Some of them are even learning Australian (and are still not entirely sure whether drop bears really exist or not - hi Chloe!).

Chloe, them drop bears are damn real. Their sharp teeth give an excellent exfoliating scrub.
 
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