mongrel wrote:
My other half had a idea to test our stores, she's going to make Christmas dinner only using the stuff in the cupboard! reckons there's enough just buy in some wine. what do you think? you got enough in stores?
yep, could do everything apart from the turkey!
*Looks over shoulder* Pssst, Su.... Marks and Sparks....tinned Turkey..... just sayin'
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain~anon
mongrel wrote:
My other half had a idea to test our stores, she's going to make Christmas dinner only using the stuff in the cupboard! reckons there's enough just buy in some wine. what do you think? you got enough in stores?
yep, could do everything apart from the turkey!
*Looks over shoulder* Pssst, Su.... Marks and Sparks....tinned Turkey..... just sayin'
Good idea Great for February when the real cold really sets in
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I was thinking more about me and my rifle! foraged or hunted that counts for me as long as it's not got at the shops!
but that chicken in a tin ugh!!
maybe goose or even a bit venison if there's some left by then, I suppose Spam would do as a sliced meat along with the stuffing and veggies but why suffer?
That's an actual real-life proper product, in the USA! I would rather eat road kill than eat that!
On the plus side........
Chicken tastes supreme after 50 years in a tin
It was the height of post-war luxury: a hamper crammed with delicacies, topped by a whole roast chicken preserved in its own jelly and sealed in a tin.
The year was 1956 and the hamper was bought by Les and Beryl Lailey for the guests at their wedding reception. By the end of the day, they had polished off the sandwiches, the hams, the cheeses and the luxury shortbread biscuits.
All that was left, resplendent in its Buxted packaging, was the chicken.
And it remained untouched for 50 years until, finally, Mr Lailey, 73, plucked up the courage to eat it on the couple's golden wedding anniversary.
"It was really quite tasty,"he said yesterday at his home in Denton, near Manchester. "Maybe a bit salty, but then I didn't follow the instructions to the letter."
One year there was a knock at our back door on xmas eve. Opened it to find a neighbour reeking of brandy asking if I'd like a goose for xmas dinner. I saw a long white neck dangling down from under his parka and a few white feathers sticking to him.. I said em no, no thanks I gotta chicken ..
Later that night I went along to the neighbour's to collect my son who hadn't come home when he was supposed to. While I was there the polis knocked at the front door (looking for lost geese ), the neighbour blandly denying everything. But just as they turned to go, my son came in the back door - causing a cross draught and a wind blew right through the house...
.. Bringing with it a blizzard of white goose feathers from the body on the back step
Great for February when the real cold really sets in 
