but an Oak milk instead:D
and a Coke:D
Belmont High near Newcastle for me:)
Baz.
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Stay with it:
Teacher asks Johnny: 5 crows sitting on a fence, farmer shoots one, how many left on the fence?
None says Johnny. He kills one and the other 4 fly away in fright! :p
Wrong says the teacher,:o there are 4 left ...but I like the way you think...;)
so Johnny says, "well Miss, three women are eating vanilla slices: one licks it, one squeezes it between her lipsand the other bites into it...which one is married? :eek:
Teacher thinks for a moment and says, I suppose the one who licks it :angel:
Naaa says Johnny, the one wearing the wedding ring....but i like the way you think :wasntme::wasntme:
About 1963 I had a girlfriend who had been to a finishing school in Switzerland. Her mother was a rank snob and social climber and sent her two girls to finishing school. Anyway, GF's party trick was to peel and eat an orange with a knife and fork as taught at the flash school. I still run across her occasionally and will ask her about eating a vanilla slice if I can remember.
The father was a decent bloke, no airs, and a self made (quite wealthy) man. Loved a beer and a punt and getting ****ed at Lang Park. Mum had visions of being a leader of Brisbane's high society. I don't think she was capable of understanding that what passed for high society in Brisbane was not open to nouveau riche bog Irish catholics even if they did live in a Hamilton mansion.
i tend to go the stuff it in and scoop up the remains with the vanilla slice. when being decadent i would slice lengthways on the horizontal plane and eat in two pieces, saving the icing top piece for last. :)
i still think the aussie ones taste different to the uk, my favourites came from a bakery call cooplands in pock or driffield in east yorkshire!
when comes to trifle i was handed the family recipe and make one each christmas for the aussie in-laws, seems it has become quite the favoured desert amongst some of the relo's. :twisted:
cheers
yorkie :)
There used to be a donut factory around the corner from one of my good mates houses. A mate of his worked there on weekends. When we were just kicking around his place on a weekend we would often end up going around to the factory and buying a couple of trays of donuts to scoff. It wasn't open to the public but because we knew someone there we used to get in. We used to get a dozen donuts for $5. I was never a huge fan of the pineapple donut until we managed to get them as fresh as they were. The dough in them would just dissolve in your mouth they were that soft.
In the words of Homer Simpson
Mmmmmmmmm..........Donuts........Arrrgggghhhhllle. ...
Maybe no surprise :)....but don't care what someone may think when I hook into a vanilla slice. I eat them like a big hamburger....grip either side firmly and dig in...normally like a shark with a few big chunks taken straight away. Then to the "delight" of SWMBO and kids.....turn around to have a nice custard lip and perhaps a smear on tip of schnozz and cheeks.
Also SWMBO makes a wicked slice........great to have a a slice at night with a nice cuppa coffee. Just enjoy it DB.....any which way you can :D
Regards
Stevo