tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18375173.post1104319788164934668..comments2024-03-28T03:15:55.088-04:00Comments on Fetch me my axe: i'm ready for my sandwich, Mr. deMilleUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18375173.post-6789946432231213902007-04-25T07:54:00.000-04:002007-04-25T07:54:00.000-04:00Yeah, I used to live out of restaurants. I think I...Yeah, I used to live out of restaurants. I think I went a full year once without touching anything in my kitchen. But, I had to put my foot down, on myself.<BR/><BR/>Now, no matter what, I cook my own. It's a personal failure for me not to. <BR/><BR/>I'd recommend Anne Willan and Jane Grigson as well as Elizabeth David. And most of all, move close to a farmer's market.Central Content Publisherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00253155339560248960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18375173.post-52322483276038676622007-04-25T03:09:00.000-04:002007-04-25T03:09:00.000-04:00mmmm....subway!i get a salad [spinach when availab...mmmm....subway!<BR/><BR/>i get a salad [spinach when available], with meatballs. as many tomatoes and olives as i can talk them into giving me. extra onion. lots of parmesan cheese and oregano.hipparchiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601000402820151839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18375173.post-91284413106199354792007-04-24T19:53:00.000-04:002007-04-24T19:53:00.000-04:00I used to dig Subway. Then it started getting on m...I used to dig Subway. Then it started getting on my nerves, and I looked at its nutritional information and saw its food is marginally healthier than McDonald's.Alon Levyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12195377309045184452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18375173.post-530608867540460332007-04-24T19:04:00.000-04:002007-04-24T19:04:00.000-04:00When I lived in Oxford I used to get sandwiches fr...When I lived in Oxford I used to get sandwiches from Harvey's in the High Street, usually on weekend mornings. A pan-full of sausages and bacon-rashers crammed into a foot long ciabatta, the whole thing inoculated with the contents of a squeezy bottle of HP sauce. My chin, my forearms, my lap and my settee were all rinsing in coffee-coloured pig-fat by midday. God, those sarnies were great.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18375173.post-59639825012071384852007-04-24T16:52:00.000-04:002007-04-24T16:52:00.000-04:00ooh. i want subway. i get the veggie sub. mmmm....ooh. i want subway. i get the veggie sub. mmmm.Veronicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17219976185183048440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18375173.post-77097658248927769332007-04-24T15:07:00.000-04:002007-04-24T15:07:00.000-04:00i seem to only eat when i'm not hungry, and wallow...i seem to only eat when i'm not hungry, and wallow in hunger pains when i am hungry. i've always been a little rebellious.nexyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04770386562638543368noreply@blogger.com