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Bumped into an upside down bloke today and, after the usual round of insults, we ended up discussing what all middle aged men really dream of....over eating. During the intense discussion of meat consumption he committed carnivore sacrilege by informing me he'd often eat beetroot on his burger! "School dinner red crap "I gasped, he then went on to give me palpitations by stating that this veg was the national dish of Australia and it's eaten with everything. Say it ain't so.
We follow a simple formula here - take any food type and add beetroot to make it Australian. Got a burger? Add beetroot and now you've got an "Oz burger".
We follow a simple formula here - take any food type and add beetroot to make it Australian. Got a burger? Add beetroot and now you've got an "Oz burger".
You'll be telling me about the merits of Quiche Lorraine next.
'I'm 18 with a bullet.Got my finger on the trigger,I'm gonna pull it.."
Love,Peace and Fook Chelski!
More like 20StoneOfHoop now.
Let's face it I'm not getting any thinner.
Pass the cake and pies please.
Well I've lived in Oz nearly all my life and I wouldn't say beetroot is such a big deal here. Never had it during that time. I remember having London school meals though, do you still have pease pudding, sago and tapiaco? Now. that...and mashed potato...was bad...
Well I've lived in Oz nearly all my life and I wouldn't say beetroot is such a big deal here. Never had it during that time. I remember having London school meals though, do you still have pease pudding, sago and tapiaco? Now. that...and mashed potato...was bad...
Yeah, you've been away a long time alright.,,,naan, roti, murgh malai, cholay bhature or an aloo gobhi.
Well I've lived in Oz nearly all my life and I wouldn't say beetroot is such a big deal here. Never had it during that time. I remember having London school meals though, do you still have pease pudding, sago and tapiaco? Now. that...and mashed potato...was bad...
Oh God, that brings back horrible memories of taking an empty plate and parading, right to left, before four or five old biddies dressed in protective garb lest the foodstuff make contact with skin or clothing, each servicing an aluminium dixie with ice-cream scoop, tongs, spoon or ladle.
Swede and turnips were problematic: one was watery and translucent, the other was lurid yellow, but which was which? Cabbage was the tray of pale green limp ribbons, boiled beyond submission and living proof of their lie "Eat it, it's good for you!"
Pudding was served from a separate table. Anything with ice-cream was welcomed, even the almost milk solids-free ILEA version. Rice pudding, semolina or sago were only consumable after stirring in the obligatory teaspoonful of red jam.
Once I found myself in the Teachers' Lounge during their lunch, and discovered the proof that we live in an unequal society: their meals were entirely slop-free. My revolutionary spark was struck at that very moment. Lenin himself could not have had a greater epiphany.