Originally posted by EdgeleyRob
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RVW was partial to it i believe....I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.
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Very slowly cooked in a saucepan on the hob. full fat milk (a dollop of cream if there is any about) and sweetened with a tablespoon of honey. Over the last couple of years the favourite is Sainsbury's 'Pay The Difference' line. For the previous 40-50 years it was Quaker's Scotch porridge Oats.
P.S. Anyone got a good marmalade recipe for a first-timer?
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George Lloyd swore by it, I seem to remember - said he couldn't even contemplate working on a symphony without a good steaming bowl at the start of each day.Originally posted by teamsaint View Post
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Should be some ideas here, Beefo: http://www.for3.org/forums/showthrea...Marmalade-time!Originally posted by Beef Oven View Post
I'll copy your post over.
Glad you seem to have escaped the deluge, if indeed you are in parts Magyar at the moment
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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It hasn't rained in north-east London since Tuesday.Originally posted by Caliban View PostShould be some ideas here, Beefo: http://www.for3.org/forums/showthrea...Marmalade-time!
I'll copy your post over.
Glad you seem to have escaped the deluge, if indeed you are in parts Magyar at the moment
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A timely reminder not to believe everything one readsOriginally posted by Beef Oven View Post
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Hah! Not so much Hungary but a kebab shop in the Tottenham Court Road?Originally posted by Beef Oven View PostComment
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Slightly off-topic, but I believe I read that in the Highlands in days when crofting was a way of life for many, porridge would be cooked in bulk, tipped into the drawer of a kitchen cabinet and allowed to solidify. Children were sent to school with a slice of porridge.
I don't believe I've invented this but wonder if anyone can confirm this historical anecdote.Comment
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We have Flahavan's porridge, which is rather tasty and mrsBBM hass it with golden syrup! I have splenda.Don’t cry for me
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Yes I read that somewhere a long time ago. Tipped into the drawer? Let's hope there were no bits of wood in the porridge or was the drawer lined with something ?Originally posted by kernelbogey View PostComment
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no boarding school porridge memories yet.......I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.
I am not a number, I am a free man.Comment
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I think we all knew he was lyingOriginally posted by ferneyhoughgeliebte View Post
It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.Comment
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