Darlings do you borrow from the boys? Yours truly is an absolute horror . I sleep in my husbands shirts , pinch his cufflinks and bag out his jumpers in all the wrong places.
He in turn swipes my hair spray , fake tan, deodorant , socks, my beautiful silk ties and my superior cufflinks.
I’d say we’re pretty even.
If he was a foot shorter I’d be ” sharing” more of his wardrobe.
Thankfully dressing like one of the boys has always appealed to moi. A pinstripe , a waistcoat , a tie. Fabulous!!
Sling a fur lined overcoat over your suit and be slick in the city .
Ralph all the way.
Just because you look GREAT in his gear does not mean he can rock a frock. And if he tries bin him.
Darlings, as a child of the 80s it was D & D all the way! Howard’s way paled into insignificance. Dallas with J.R and Sue Ellen ( one could never stand wishy washy Pam) and then Dynasty with Alexis and Dex ( one could never stand wishy was Crystal)
You can keep wishy washy.
We may not have Dynasty ( yet) but we do have DALLAS!!! Yeeha!
Last night was tv gold. A new series.
I can’t tell you how happy that makes me darlings!!!
Mrs. B and I were about to burst with anticipation. Each cooking half a cow and charging our glasses we were not disappointed.
Go big or go home. Everything is bigger in Texas.
Now where is one going to find one of them there cowboys?
Blackberry time is upon us darlings. Last year silly Mrs. Lee left it too late and the birds feasted on delicious hedgerow fayre. Was I sick!
So my handsome husband and I have been on our regular walk with Panda blackberrying as we go.
So what if we are sporting red/purple hands and nettle rash. My favourite jam in the whole wide world is blackberry. No contest. Don’t even attempt to fob one off with that bramble jelly muck from supermarkets.
Darlings, it has to be the real deal.
Yesterday one was dragged round the village fete in the rain. Soaked to the bone.
At least there was JAM!
Darlings this is the best “soak up the booze” food ever!!! This is not a kebab, this beats a curry , this is a PARMO. OMG.
Mr. Lee usually brings me flowers ( or diamonds 😘) but as he was meeting a man about a dog in Middlesborough he brought his wife a PARMO.
I’ve actually seen/heard of it before on Come dine with me and have had a urge to try one ever since. Who needs pizza when there is PARMO.
Chicken bashed thin, covered in bread crumbs, fried. Topped with bechamel and cheese.
I’m hoping my husband has to see another man about a dog v.soon. Middlesborough way.
1 chicken breast fillet or pork fillet
300 to 450ml (1/2 to 3/4pt) semi-skimmed milk
1 to 4 cardamom pods
4 whole cloves
1 teaspoon peppercorns
1/2 medium onion, chopped
30 to 120g butter
1 to 3 tablespoons plain flour
15g grated Parmesan cheese
Grated cheddar cheese enough to coat the fillet
Take the chicken breast or pork fillet and butterfly by cutting it horizontally and opening it out like a book. If necessary, flatten the meat further by pounding with a rolling pin or meat tenderiser mallet. Take care not to go too thin to split the meat.
Beat the egg in a bowl, dip the meat and then coat with breadcrumbs. Cover and place in fridge whilst preparing the sauce.
Put the milk in a heat resistant jug, add the cardamoms, cloves, peppercorns, onion and bay leaf. Place in microwave and heat at full power for 1 to 3 minutes; be careful for it not to boil over.
Melt the butter in a pan, take care not to burn it, add the flour until a roux is made; remove from heat. Take the heated milk and sieve into another jug to remove the spices and onion.
Place the roux mix back on heat and then slowly add the hot milk, stirring rapidly to prevent lumps. If the sauce is too thick add more milk, but keep the mix on the move. Add the Parmesan cheese; the mix will thicken slightly. Remove from heat. As it cools it will become very gelatinous.
To assemble: Take the prepared meat and place under a hot grill to cook, turn over once one side is done. Now take the sauce and smother one side of the meat with it and then place the grated Cheddar on top of the sauce-covered meat. Return to grill and grill until the sauce is bubbling and the cheese has melted.
Serve with chips
And a North East accent.
Don’t knock it till you try it.
Same goes for the accent
Word to the wise, when buying Parmo be prepared for the size. Even Terry orders a ” ladies Parmo ” and he’s a bloke . However as usual Mr. Lee and I go big or go home.
No half portions for us.
What are we? Girls?
You know it’s August darlings when searching for another bikini to add to ones collection one is instead faced with WINTER. Now you know the rules, buy your coat now as when the temperatures drop all you will be able to find are sequins! Word.
Unless you are a size 8 bottom and an 18 top your chances of buying a bikini on August are slim. I’ve tried darlings, oh have I tried. But coats….
So this Summer it was Michael Kors girl. Tan, gloss, gold jewellery. Think expensive neutrals .
However come Autumn one wants to be Ralph Lauren woman.
A palate of Winter white. Chic layers, classic jewellery and not a jammy fingered child within a two mile radius.
A season ticket for the dry cleaners will be your friend.
Darlings these David Mellor Champagne coupes are the dogs. I need these in my life. This may cause Mr. Lee’s feathers to ruffle as we have enough Champagne vessels for the entire Royal Navy.
Top of the list are some stunning midnight blue Baccarat flutes. These have restrictions. Nobody drunk in charge of the Baccarat which limits their use considerably.
Now , naturally we already have saucers/coupe but some are a little squat verging on stumpy. Oh we can’t do stumpy darlings.
So the D.M will bring height and elegance and a bowl large enough to apple bob.
Now you’re talking.
Ok darlings fess up? Do you do anything naughty? I know many a chap that chugs milk or juice straight from the carton. Yuk! Some also think it’s ok to wear their pants two days on the trot. Double yuk!
I have often mentioned that most nights ( being either too shattered or drunk) I rarely take off the slap. My face will pay the price.
Too often one has scoffed all the biscuits and blamed the dog or not ironed my husbands shirts blaming a black bottom. The iron not moi!
Now when it’s too late to change the sheets I simply hop into another bed. Thankfully not someone else’s bed. Mr. Lee will be glad to hear.
The guest room is always good to go when my bed linen changing energy has well and truly gone.
Am I the only one???