I can’t even tolerate the fat content in sausage. I cannot imagine those batter scraps sticking around for long in me. One way or another, I’m fairly confident they’d be gone.
I do that, so does most of my family. Not one of us has died under the age of 80.
Yet, admittedly.
Back when I was a lad, in late 1940s Britain, when everything was still rationed, even though the war had been over for years, one of the little luxuries we had was tins of dripping that our Australian relatives sent over to us. And very nice it was spread on toast, to an unsophisticated young palate not used to luxuries like meat and the like. But I wouldn’t eat it now.
Heavens to mint sauce… I would have sold my pals soul for a dripping butty and a bag of batter bits when in Guernsey.
Come to think of it I’d sell it now:cool:
Mmmm… batter bits and dripping butties (insert Homer Simpson drool here)
Dripping butties? Do I really want to know?
Happy days are here again tra la.
This bit of news was more or less the only thing that made my holiday. Each and every day I scuttled down to the hotel news desk to grab as many papers as possible in order to read the latest.
I dare say you’ll be switching allegiance to MCFC now, my Icelandic friend;)
Man you aint lived until you’ve had a proper beef dripping butty.
Imagine this: One thundering great wedge of bread, about ½ thick spread with best butter.
Top this with finest beef dripping again about ½ thick, sprinkle with salt and just a smidge of pepper.
The foodstuff that built an Empire.
Nah - we’ll still kick your ass. It’ll be that much more fun now 
Kick our ass like you did last season I presume;)
As long as we take a double (hmm… how many titles did you guys get last year 
) I’m not to dissatisifed with giving you some crumbs.
Hope you recovered OK.
But Chowder chose to take the free holiday…
I think you mean ‘The foodstuff that led to the invention of diarrhoea medicine’ :eek:
All my dad’s male cousins from one side died at about forty from heart attacks. Cholesterol is something they have to watch closely. Eating like that helped them to the grave.
For the other question I’m not talking about juice from a roast. I’m talking about meat like bacon or cheap hamburger that has lots of lard. It was lard bread, but softer because it was warm and melted.
Well naturally I did, I mean I wasn’t to know the holiday was gonna turn out as it did
I thought a butty was a sandwich. Is there more to it? Or less? Or are all butties sandwiches, but all sandwiches are not butties?
Quite true, all Sarnies are Butties.
However there is a slight difference in how the words are used and dependant on the sarnies filling , f’rinstance you’d say a Jam Butty not Sandwich.
Also a Chicken Sandie is never a chicken butty. A chip butty is NEVER a sandwich
In all honesty you really need to come stay with me for a year or so to grasp the mechanics of it:p
Never been to Manchester, only London and parts south of there.
You don’t know what you’ve missed my friend.
Manchester is the place to be. Compared with my fair city, all others pale into tourist traps and dens of iniquity and vice and loose women…oh wait
Wait, what? Guernsey is a PLACE? I thought it was a kind of cow we don’t eat. Damn American education…