On a night out with the CU boys some years ago, I took them all to Taz on Borough High Street and ordered meze all round. They toyed with the dips, awaiting the real meal, and still haven't forgiven me for it never turning up.
So lucky none of them were present last night:
Salted nuts/olives
Red pepper and feta dip
Beetroot dip
Baba Ganoush
Hummous (shop-bought)
Pitta breads (home-made by the pastry chef)
Tzatziki
Chicken wings (roasted in something vaguely tasteless)
Courgette and emmental cakes (scrummy)
Lamb filo parcels (yummy)
Iman Biyaldi (lummee)
Falafels (overcooked, shop-bought, overlooked)
Tabbouleh
Green salad (from garden)
There's enough left for lunch if you hurry. Simon, Billy, Slim, JJ, Iain and Daryl - no rush.
About Me
- Gary
- In my twenties I was a failed poet. In my thirties I wrote a book on gambling which was very nearly published. In my forties I wrote a small book about moving from London to Shropshire, which remains unpublished. Into my fifties and the quest continues...
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