I don’t know about you but this Horsemeat story has taken my by surprise.
I love a ready meal. Proper British grub and you know what you are eating ‘cos it says so on the packet – unlike cooking in kitchens! Who knows what they are adding to our food. Herbs and the like.
My dear wife Shirley bought some Snake and Kidney pies and Dog Sausages in Tesco’s last week - sadly all the cat fritters had sold out. The look on her face as she slopped the grub into me trough with the a loving, “Get that into yer, ya useless slob.” There’s still love there. Somewhere. Maybe.
As a treat she dished up Budgiemasu, an avian variant on the Italian classic pudding. Tasty if feathery.
There I am breakfast, lunch and dinner scoffing this nosh, happy as a pig in shit – well you are what you eat as my deranged Uncle Vince used to say from his cell.
All the salt in this stuff did cause a touch of constipation, so it was a pleasure this morning to finally reacquaint myself with the smallest room. Passing that hoof was tricky though.
Now I’m off to saddle up me Findus cottage pie!