tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17613825.post472249941243511577..comments2008-10-13T16:55:17.444+01:00Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13896235681242722952noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17613825.post-59971911656057551632008-10-13T16:55:00.000+01:002008-10-13T16:55:00.000+01:00Lizzie - you remind me that this year I really ought to do a turkey recipe for either Christmas or Thanksgiving. I've been putting it off for years - not my favourite roast, but I'm sure that with a bit of effort I can come up with something that doesn't result in the usual plywood-dry breast meat.<BR/><BR/>Lorna - I went straight off TOTH when I discovered that Graeme based Mr Toad on the character of his son, whom he didn't like very much. Although I *did* play a carol-singing dormouse in a school production of same once. Happy days.<BR/><BR/>Garfer - I'm sure Lorna's young man, who is Irish and fond of carbs from the old country, would agree with you. You should correspond. Personally, I'm a bubble and squeak woman.<BR/><BR/>Uphill - hurrah!Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13896235681242722952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17613825.post-6700162707697368622008-10-12T17:20:00.000+01:002008-10-12T17:20:00.000+01:00I just had a plate of bubble and squeak (made with lardons, as per your answeisung) and venison sausages. Sublime.<BR/><BR/>I love your mint tisane btw - I've been drinking it like it's going out of fashion - my poor mint plant doesnt know what has hit it!<BR/>~T.U.G.The Uphill Gardenerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01381589786687954349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17613825.post-63958763136501737562008-10-11T23:01:00.000+01:002008-10-11T23:01:00.000+01:00It's not as nice as champ.<BR/><BR/>You must excuse me, if you know the right spuds (and are sufficiently hungry) it is the business.<BR/><BR/>Scallions and more butter and full cream milk than is good for you rule.garferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11886540088842849166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17613825.post-18069144570994414112008-10-10T21:05:00.000+01:002008-10-10T21:05:00.000+01:00Bubble and squeak: fantastic! I must confess to enjoying the sprout version when I was small, though the sprouts have to be shredded up: lumpy sproutness would not have been a pleasant addition.<BR/><BR/>Incidentally, my favourite bubble and squeak reference must be this one, from <I>The Wind in the Willows</I>:<BR/><BR/>"It was bubble-and-squeak, between two plates, and its fragrance filled the narrow cell. The penetrating smell of cabbage reached the nose of Toad as he lay prostrate in his misery on the floor, and gave him the idea for a moment that perhaps life was not such a blank and desperate thing as he had imagined". <BR/><BR/>Poor, reprobate Mr Toad enjoyed that bubble and squeak so much...Lornahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18353688151834899711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17613825.post-72625983126979820422008-10-09T11:18:00.000+01:002008-10-09T11:18:00.000+01:00Bubble and squeak is one of the best things, for me, about Christmas. Squished roasted potatoes and yes - sprouts! - and sometimes some carrot, fried in goose fat and served with ketchup, branston pickle and some sliced leftover ham or turkey or goose. Heaven!Lizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152329184111658897noreply@blogger.com