
The ploughman's lunch is my favourite bit of pub grub that turns a long, sunny Sunday afternoon and a couple of pints of good beer into a little bubble of heaven.
This, however, is an abomination in the eyes of God and man.
Labels: Britain, Food, Insanity
2 Comments:
Huh? All I can see is a moist towelette, a packet of salt and three moth balls. What kind of futuristic food-pill technology makes that have any resemblence to the plate of bread and cheese in the upper picture?
That would be the obscured packet of kosher crackers and farthing-sized tin of cheese whiz...
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