Tastes like ass   3 comments

It is rare, but sometimes I prefer an artificial flavour to the real thing:


Even more embarrassing, I ran out of home-made broth (even though there are several carcasses and bits in the freezer); yup, that’s a bouillon cube dissolving in the background.  So…very…ashamed….

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  1. Best offline comment so far (from an old friend who is now a corporate shill): “You get used to it over time. If not, you can always pretend that it is something else….”

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