The Chicken Returns
More poultry fun, food fans! Debbie called Tesco up last night, to ask for some chicken-related advice. I’m not sure she managed to convey the proper level of dismay to the person on the other end of the phone though, because they were inclined to believe the situation was amusing rather than downright horrific. Anyway, the bottom line is, the chicken is here to stay – Tesco want nothing to do with the pitiful beast. So, I guess I’d better try and find out how to cook the bugger.
Interestingly enough, there was another oddity in our shopping that we only discovered later. We’d ordered some gubbins to make a nice christmassy trifle with, amongst which was a packet of trifle sponges. You know, that orrible dried plastery stuff that goes PTHFPTHFPTHFPTHF into yummy succulent sponge when you dunk it in liquid. Well, it arrived. About eight tons of it! (Well, three packets, but they’re BIG packets).
You’d think our lives would be pretty boring if all I can find to write about are Tescos deliveries, wouldn’t you? But no! Every day is a new adventure. Or something.
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