Lovely horse you gave us pleasure
And your memory we’ll treasure
And though you’ve gone to horsey heaven
Your meat now roasts on gas mark seven.
Poetry, prose and random ramblings
Lovely horse you gave us pleasure
And your memory we’ll treasure
And though you’ve gone to horsey heaven
Your meat now roasts on gas mark seven.
That is in very poor taste. Gas mark 5 is what’s needed to really bring out the flavour of horse meat.
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You’ve obviously never eaten at our house! Less Cordon bleu and more Cordon black!! Or, Cordon off the cremated remains, Officer…..
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Low and slow.
That’s probably why it ended up in the oven.
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Cordon Bennett! When I first met Chris he was a breakfast chef with no alarm clock. I don’t recall him ever cooking horse – but it’s hard to tell…
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Haha… We could tell them some stories couldn’t we?
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That’s an awful lot of horsing around.
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I know… I’ll have to rein myself in… I don’t want to make an ass of myself, or get saddled with too many comments. I think I should just trot off for now…
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