There are only two occasions where I leave cutlery in the fridge. At Christmas, a small sharp knife sits beside the festive ham in recognition of me wearing a shiny path between the sofa and the fridge, a foot soldier in the festive struggle to avoid cooking an actual meal between Christmas and new year.
Amazing statement, it reminds me fondly of a time my best (and rather uncultured) friend announced that the homemade bolognaise was now ready to "fester" in its own juices for a while...
I once put the hashtag 'eating in your pants' in response to one of your trifle posts, and now everytime I go to put a hashtag on anything 'eating in your pants' comes up as the first option.
I'm with you on the surreptitious scoffing of roast ham from the fridge, and why does roast chicken taste better when eaten straight off the joint, whether hot or cold?
Fig and ginger trifle
Amazing statement, it reminds me fondly of a time my best (and rather uncultured) friend announced that the homemade bolognaise was now ready to "fester" in its own juices for a while...
Lovely image. The main time I eat from the fridge is when I'm wolfing down leftovers that I don't want the rest of the family to know about.
I once put the hashtag 'eating in your pants' in response to one of your trifle posts, and now everytime I go to put a hashtag on anything 'eating in your pants' comes up as the first option.
I'm with you on the surreptitious scoffing of roast ham from the fridge, and why does roast chicken taste better when eaten straight off the joint, whether hot or cold?
Reading this made me smile, so many great images conjured up through your words; thank you