The Mayans got it wrong....fortunately!

Cooking and such…

‘Cor that’s a right good hooter full guv, what are you up to?’

‘I’m up to some cooking Bing.’

‘Smells mighty tasty old poop.’

‘Well, I’m knocking up a shepherds pie for later. Frankly young feller-me-lad, this old codger likes forkable nosh most of all.’

‘I’m in complete agreement guv. Well you can take away the fork, that’s not a requirement for yours truly.’

I’m negotiating the slicing and dicing of onions, and it’s as the tears start to flow, I remember yet again that apparently, a piece of bread behind your upper lip, stops this from happening. Too late once again!

‘Stone me guv, your eyes are leaking.’

‘It’s the onions that do it.’

The lad appears to acknowledge this by wrinkling his ‘hooter’ before popping out into the garden.

Conjuring up the liquid part of this particular pie, is most definitely an important part of the process, and as I’m making a quorn based equivalent pie as well, the savoury part is really important.
By now if you’re still perusing this, you may be wondering what I’m blathering on about? 

That’s fair enough. 

My point or, blather, is that with each new ingredient produced, I’m aware that a certain hounds ‘snozzle’ is repeatedly reappearing, nostrils flared, followed by comments such as – 

‘Cor, now that’s a right good ‘hooter full.’

or 

‘O’oo what’s that all about and such?’

and

‘Luuuverly guv!’

Such comments of course are quite helpful, and it makes the progress of pie making rather pleasurable. In short if an ingredient doesn’t get a comment, one wonders if it should be in the ‘mix.’ 

You will, no doubt be wondering if the boy Bing is wholly suitable as a judge for such matters?  That’s quite possible, and who really knows? I do know that the lads delight in anything of a savoury nature (disregarding discarded takeaways!) contributes to this old poops enjoyment of cooking.

Next comes the peeling of spuds!

A nose ‘paffs’ the back of my knee.

‘Any chance of a snack or so guv?’

‘I reckon I could rouse out a couple or so Bing.’

‘Guv, all this preparation is like opening a can of ‘Bingosdinner’ and leaving it on a shelf within range of my hooter, but unobtainable to my tummy!’

‘I know what you mean, I’m starting to feel peckish myself.’

The potato pan is full and coming to the boil. It’s time for a break. I settle at the kitchen table with a steaming cuppa.

It’s late December 2012, we have passed the time the World ‘might’ come to an end…..

Quite unconcerned, the lad takes his snack away, this particular tit-bit will be 

taken…..

 ………………alfresco.

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