The Large One
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... I surpassed my own culinary achievements.
I made ice cream for, like, the first time ever.
I never knew it was so easy. When you see the sides of ice cream tubs, and marvel at the extreme amounts of additives and flavourings in there, it's amazing anyone makes it at all. But no.
So I decided to have a go at making ice cream, and I let the missus choose the flavour. She plumped for Brown Bread Ice Cream, a flavour I'd never even heard of, let alone appreciate sounding appetising. But hey, it's a piece of piss, and I don't even have an ice cream maker. It came out fan-f***ing-tastic, better than that shop-bought shit, even though I say so myself. Alright, the recipe said 'whisky' and I used 'brandy', but, hey you know - who cares? I can make ice cream.
:dance::dance::dance::dance::dance:
This piece of egotistical self-congratulation was brought to you at no expense.
I made ice cream for, like, the first time ever.
I never knew it was so easy. When you see the sides of ice cream tubs, and marvel at the extreme amounts of additives and flavourings in there, it's amazing anyone makes it at all. But no.
So I decided to have a go at making ice cream, and I let the missus choose the flavour. She plumped for Brown Bread Ice Cream, a flavour I'd never even heard of, let alone appreciate sounding appetising. But hey, it's a piece of piss, and I don't even have an ice cream maker. It came out fan-f***ing-tastic, better than that shop-bought shit, even though I say so myself. Alright, the recipe said 'whisky' and I used 'brandy', but, hey you know - who cares? I can make ice cream.
:dance::dance::dance::dance::dance:
This piece of egotistical self-congratulation was brought to you at no expense.
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