A nice sandwich for dinner

As I made my wife a beautiful pair of rolls for a little snackeroona on Saturday afternoon. I took the nice rolls on a nice plate and led them into the frontroom and gave the plate to my lovely wife, who proceeded to ask why one gammon roll was pink and the other was brown. It was at this point that I felt I had a duty, nay a requirement to educate and That the brown gammon roll was in fact a beef roll. Which does explain that variation in colour, i felt.

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Anonymous said…
Ha ha haaaaaaa!! (But she is with child, remember...?)
9 November 2008 at 21:19
Tony Theaker said…
Yes, 'tis true. So, in theory I could be striking a potential goldmine for the next 6 months!
9 November 2008 at 21:27
Anonymous said…
There could be enough material for a whole new blog. P.S. I have linked you.
10 November 2008 at 19:20
Tony Theaker said…
ooh, a male perspective on the pregnancy journey. It does sound good, though I am already in soooo much trouble with the last post!
10 November 2008 at 21:52
Anonymous said…
Oh goooo ooooon - blame it on me. It would make a really, really good blog. The more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

The word verification below is 'minglo'. I think instantly of a minging glowing mango. What did you think of?
13 November 2008 at 21:44
Tony Theaker said…
I would be dead within seconds of suggesting this blog, or it would come with so many forms of censorship, it wouldn't be great.
Minglo - Chinese Panda from the 80's.
16 November 2008 at 00:12
Anonymous said…
Apparently there is somewhere called Minglo titi Water Well in India.
21 November 2008 at 20:32
Anonymous said…
http://wikimapia.org/7344056/Minglo-titi-Water-Well
21 November 2008 at 20:34
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