Every now and again, for some reason, I have a craving for the taste of powdered-egg. Many, many years ago when "real" eggs were in short supply I remember my mother serving us powdered-eggs and I remember enjoying the taste. I wonder they are still made.
A new car, one with an internal combustion engine that goes like *** off a shovel as I will be 60 in about a year and want my 'last hurrah' before we go fully electric.
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A pint of "proper" Banks's Mild before they changed the recipe. It was sublime. Not really a mild ale, more a dark bitter. If hangovers could talk.
Ah ar kid, a pint of proper Black Country ale. A bostin pint it was.
tonyav, I get that, but for me it would have to be at least three pints of Theakston Old Peculier from the hand pump of a pub in the lake district after a hearty walk in the fells :-)