As it's Sunday

Just like to share the culinary delights on offer at liquor towers today with my fellow galloping camp cooking pal Mr Green.

Pheasant Casserole


25g Butter (1oz)
1 Pheasant, prepared and jointed
225g button mushrooms (8oz)
225g baby onions (8oz)
2tbs plain flour
1 large glass red wine
1 large orange, zest and juice
1tbs redcurrant jelly
600ml stock (1 pint)
1 Bouquet garni
Salt and freshly ground black pepper.


Method:

Melt the butter in a large flame-proof casserole dish and brown the pheasant pieces. Remove from dish and add onions and mushrooms. Fry until onions are golden.

Remove onions and mushrooms from the pan and add the flour, stirring to incorporate the fat. Add the rest of the ingredients and bring to the boil.

Return the pheasant, onions and mushrooms to the pot. Cover and place in the oven at 170 °C / 325 °F / Gas3 for 11/2 hours.


Served with roast veg, cabbage, peas and green beans if there are any in the freezer.

No sweet, as sweets are for homosexuals and non-cyclists.


Simple, but real comfort food for the depression and the shocking heartburn brought on by that evil drink stuff. Sobriety and cycling is the way forward from now on. And anyway, it's uncomfortable as fuck hiding under the stairs to get over the depression and self loathing.

Got the day off today

Invited round to my sister's place where she's doing us a nice roast lamb dinner with all the trimmings.

I may rustle up some toast beforehand but that will be the sum total of my culinary activity for the day.

This will enable me to devote myself more fully to the vino tinto

immo would laugh at 600ml of stock..........thats a mere teaspoonful, he makes up his in an old tin bath......lovely bit of stock that, slosh slosh

can i add that all the trimmings at his sisters house means whisky AND gin

Do you think the 25 g (1oz) of butter is the ingredient that makes the whole thing, Snake? I think Immo's gone to Crown's for "dinner" and made up the shit about his sister.

incidentally....they hung his grandfather for toast rustling

Once a toast rustler, always a toast rustler. It's a genetic thing.

Probably buttered toast in these days of plenty.

someday ill spill the beans on immos true culinary ability.....in fact now i think of it.....spilling the beans is quite a good summing up

Wouldn't surprise me. Always suspicious about these guys who paste a recipe into a post and kid on it's their own.

Now Campsie Jim, there was a guy who knew how to cook. So long as you wanted black pudding and square sausage, that is.

the reason immos got away it so long is my sister is so fukkin lazy she eats anything put down to her with a hearty "yum yum that was lovely, anymore cardiac arrest mash?"

campsie knew his stuff....a true cholesterol giant

I always thought of it more as a sympathy thing for Toots. "Course it's lovely, Immo. And yes the traditional way is to burn everything and add spices to cover it up. You've followed Delia's menu to the letter!"

Dunno what happened to Campsie. Perhaps his final heartbeat couldn't make it through the arterial sludge.

We may have to start a silent thread for him.

Well, not absolutely silent. Black pudding can make a man fart something awful.

by the way....pheasant!!!, fukks that all about?.....is crown the duke of buckingham ?

supermo wrote: Always suspicious about these guys who paste a recipe into a post and kid on it's their own.

Who claimed it was their own recipe you senile old fool?

Was fucking lovely, gave me a dewy penis.

After pheasant and that amount of veg the only thing "dewy" will be your farts.

supermo wrote:After pheasant and that amount of veg the only thing "dewy" will be your farts.

How working class.




Veg is the food of kings and cyclists.

Veg is wonderful indeed.

However, Veg + Pheasant = dewy farts. Fact!

PS Is it a Gordon Ramsay recipe, Crown?




http://www.newsoftheworld.co.uk/news/198460/Ramsay-is-an-F-ing-liar-Cheating-chef-Gordon-Ramsay-lied-about-his-glory-days-at-Glasgow-Rangers.html

SnakePlissken wrote:immo would laugh at 600ml of stock..........thats a mere teaspoonful, he makes up his in an old tin bath......lovely bit of stock that, slosh slosh

I love the way that Plissken feels able to cast nasturtiums at my cooking ability on this forum.

It's rich stuff from a man who considers the sine qua non of culinary experimentation to be the mixing of HP sauce and tomato ketchup as a condiment

The fact that he'd need a map to get to the kitchen and a step-by-step recipe to make toast is niether H nor T.

Crown however ... is a delight

I'm feelin quite protective towards him this evening

Immo wrote:I love ... Crown ... he is a delight. I'm wearing protection with him this evening

Yep, there's no disputin' he cuts and pastes a mean recipe, does Mister Licker.

just because the recipe says pheasant doesnt necessarily mean that crowns contained any.....its amazing what you find while out cycling.....im thinking substitute road kill crow for pheasant and we'd be nearer the mark

ive never cast nasturtiums any anyone.....i dont even like flowers

SnakePlissken wrote:just because the recipe says pheasant doesnt necessarily mean that crowns contained any.....its amazing what you find while out cycling.....im thinking substitute road kill crow for pheasant and we'd be nearer the mark

The clue may be in Crow Licker's name.

SnakePlissken wrote:i dont even like flowers

Not even if they're wilted in the pan and served with basil and pine nuts or some fuckwit sauce?