Showing posts with label Pringles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pringles. Show all posts

Sunday, 26 June 2016

Grilled cheese for Sunday lunch

This is what I had for lunch today to fight the Sunday blues: a grilled cheese sandwich with Pringles. Unhealthy comfort food at its best/worst. I cannot remember the last time I had made a home made grilled cheese. The English call it toasted cheese or cheese toastie, I call it grilled cheese since I'm a kid. My recipe: mature cheese (or "extra mature cheese" in this case), American mustard and white bread. That's it. I guess I'm not much of a chef. When the Ticklers visit us in our new home, I might prepare them this meal.

Friday, 4 July 2008

Henley Amber

I had an Henley Amber, from the Lovibonds Brewery tonight with my meal. It tastes delicious and it accompanies salmon very well. When in doubt, always buy local: it comes from a local brewery. Look at the colour, it's absolutely gorgeous. I much prefer amber beers to blonde ones and I experienced it tonight, as my second beer (for the crisps after the meal) was Fuller's Discovery. Not a bad beer, but after the Henley Amber it just wasn't that great. You can see a picture of my dinner at the bottom right. Yes, it looks a bit small, because it was a bit on the light side and some potatoes or rice would have been in order (I would say couscous or rice, they both go so well with salmon). On the plus side, the salmon was delicious. And don't feel too sorry for me: I had loads of Pringles afterwards, so I didn't starve. After last weekend in Cambridge, I can live with a less indulgent diet.

I haven't written in French all day. Shame on me.

Pringles in court


No way, Pringles have been declared not potato crisps! That's wrong, I resent that. I always loved Pringles, they taste delicious and you know exactly how much you have when you buy some. It's junk, but it's honest junk. I have found memories of the weekends at my grandmother's place in Arvida, when we were drinking regional soft drinks and eating loads of potato chips, particularly Pringles. And peanuts. And chocolate. Before dinner. My grandma didn't mind (my parents did, however, but who could stop grandma from spoiling us?). Anyway, the court is wrong, wrong, wrong I tell you! Pringles are made of potato, they are salty, they are crispy, they have to be potato crisps! It has been decided, I will have some Pringles tonight with beer. Lots and lots of beer. And Pringles. Lots of them. Then dessert. Because I grew up and my stomach isn't as strong as when I was a child so I can't have it all at the same time.