tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14658648.post114579347570128876..comments2023-10-20T10:08:01.839+01:00Comments on Jamfaced: St Georges Day!Monkey Glandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03062906660436109229noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14658648.post-1146153997392608502006-04-27T17:06:00.000+01:002006-04-27T17:06:00.000+01:00Your school puds must have been a whole lot better...Your school puds must have been a whole lot better than mine because I only remember school food as absolutely vile and the worst thing was that I was subjected to it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I went to boarding school.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14658648.post-1145848028317209732006-04-24T04:07:00.000+01:002006-04-24T04:07:00.000+01:00I remember the most awful school lunches which eve...I remember the most awful school lunches which everyone was required to finish at the girls prep school I attended. There was a lot of negotiating and dog-meat sausages and black-ball mash were thrown under the piano or smuggled out by any means necessary. The best they served -snowballs for dessert! No wonder we used our pocket money to buy avocado pears! Good for Jamie Oliver, I say!Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13416412232636141747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14658648.post-1145810227317140322006-04-23T17:37:00.000+01:002006-04-23T17:37:00.000+01:00In the 70's I went to England during the holidays ...In the 70's I went to England during the holidays to brush up my English. This were the longest three weeks in a guest family, because the food was so horrable for me. But 30 years later I am a great fan of the English and British Chef's.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14658648.post-1145807786785926432006-04-23T16:56:00.000+01:002006-04-23T16:56:00.000+01:00My favorite and sweetest dessert as a child was my...My favorite and sweetest dessert as a child was my Grandma's Butterscotch Pie. It was so sweet it would make your teeth ache and so richly filled with Grandma's home-made love. I miss her.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com