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LilMissHissyFit said:
I hate to tell you this but youve been seriously neglected


I know!

All it would take would be a fishfinger sandwich, a chip butty and a couple of Take That tickets and my life would be perfect :eek: :D
 
my dad didn't cook for us much, but when he did he went a bit overboard, mum was in hospital for a week one time, and she had sisters living nearby who would look after us, one night they couldn't make it, so dad cooked duck, and lamb, and spuds (lot of spuds, he loves spuds:D )

when it came to breakfast he was a fan of saving time, so instead of boiling milk for our weetabix, he made a large pot of tea, and pouted that over it, i still can't have my weetabix any other way:D
 
Me and my sister both remember the spaghetti and meatballs my Dad made once. He swears up and down that he has never in his life made spaghetti and meatballs.

My Dad used to do us a roast dinner on a Saturday night before we went clubbing - he said it was the only way he could be sure to see us for a chat. Then our pals caught on to this, and they'd turn up earlier and earlier in the evening before we all went out (we could drink booze in our house, and we were closest to the clubs, so everyone met at our'n). We'd have all these tarted up lads and lasses sat round the dinner table, all eating roast dinner, lining their bellies before hitting the West End.

So then my Dad stopped the Saturday Night Roast, and he started doing Sunday Morning Breakfast - scramblies, with all the trimmings. He said it was the only way he could be sure we'd come home again after the clubs, and the only way to get us out of our pits in the morning.

So then all the pals would come home with us after the clubs and kip over, so they got breakfast too.

(needless to say, this was all happening in the days when there was no mother-type person around)
 
My dad used to make us toffee with peanuts in it and a vile drink of hot milk with marmite in it called funnily enough milky marmite.
 
story :D you reminded me about my dads fry ups after a night with my mates :D

everyone used ot stay at mine too :D
 
My dad only ever cooked for me once at home - he made chips the night my mum had my sister.

Apart from that, he makes a mean picnic. :)
 
My Dad cooked a fair bit but it was never, ever lush. A memorable regular dish was rice boiled into oblivion supplemented with boiled pigs tails and home-made chilli sauce. :( I learned to cook for myself as soon as I could afford to buy my own food.
 
marty21 said:
when it came to breakfast he was a fan of saving time, so instead of boiling milk for our weetabix, he made a large pot of tea, and pouted that over it, i still can't have my weetabix any other way:D

That actually sounds really good :)
 
You're a sick man filter. Sandwich paste and marmite together - it's a wonder your tastebuds are still working after that salt and nastiness assault.

Wednesday's used to be my dad's cooking day. It was one of two gourmet choices almost certainly - pork chop and chips or sausages and chips. In mitigation, he did use to make proper chips and occasionally he followed my mum's lead by marinating the chops in casareep.

In later years he even managed to work a microwave.

:cool:
 
tarannau said:
You're a sick man filter. Sandwich paste and marmite together - it's a wonder your tastebuds are still working after that salt and nastiness assault.

Sandwich SPREAD - paste would be rank, agreed.
 
My dad used to cook a fair bit (parents divorced when I was 7).

Standard dishes were:
pork fillet in breadcrumbs with curry sauce, mash and peas
spag bol
cottage pie

they were all OK at the time.

I do a lot of cooking, my kids will probably reminisce about:
weekend cooked breakfasts
homemade pizzas
mexican wraps
roasted vegetables and haloumi in pitta
 
dolly's gal said:
what is sandwich paste anyway?? :confused:

Those little jars of sardine and tuna, or beef paste. Like happy shopper pate.

Dad did try forcing those on us, he soon learnt. My girlfriend likes them.
 
And you really think sandwich spread is much better? IIRC sandwich spread was that kind of sour tasting mayonnaisey stuff, cunningly formulated to be exactly the same colour/consistency of upchuck, complete with aesthetic authentic-looking chunks of vom-vegetables. Hell only knows what it looks like mixed with marmite - like an accident from both bodily ends I suspect.

You are the King of Grim indeed Filter. I salute your indefatigable guts.

:D
 
sandwich spread is ok. i used to have it. but sandwich spread with marmite is wrong. that sandwich paste stuff is even wronger. for sure.
 
tarannau said:
And you really think sandwich spread is much better? IIRC sandwich spread was that kind of sour tasting mayonnaisey stuff, cunningly formulated to be exactly the same colour/consistency of upchuck, complete with aesthetic authentic-looking chunks of vom-vegetables. Hell only knows what it looks like mixed with marmite - like an accident from both bodily ends I suspect.

You are the King of Grim indeed Filter. I salute your indefatigable guts.

:D

It's very tastey.. salty and vinegary. Though it does look a little rank, I grant you.
 
hmmm...egg and chips, ham and chips
Tomato soup ( heinz ) oxtail soup ( heinz )
Cheese and beetroot and onion and salad cream sandwich which according to him his the best food ever....

and he does do a mean steak, mushrooms, jacket potato though once in a blue moon:)
 
My dad is pretty handy around the kitchen. When I was young he didn't cook very often as he often worked a 70 hour week and my mum didn't work (I should rephrase that, she did work very hard raising me and my bro, but she didn't have a paid job outside the home), so my mum usually cooked - that's what spurred me to learn to cook for myself tbh.

But my dad does the best egg and chips ever.
 
My Mum isn't a very good cook but Dad is brilliant.

He was the one who did all the cooking when I was younger.

His best dish was Sweet & Sour Chicken Balls. He done it all from scratch and fried the balls in a wok and everything. I have never found a chinese that does it as well as him. Even really posh chineses.

However, that fails to negate how much of a tosser he was. He was also one of those Dads who made me sit there until I had eaten everything.

I particularly hate brussel sprouts with a passion and so he gave me a big portion and wouldn't let me leave the table until I had finished. I sat there crying, trying to force them down for two hours. Wanker.
 
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