So today, the kids were sick and I was sick. I woke up at 4pm and didn't know where I was or what I was doing. I'd had the worst dream that young people were doing cool stuff and I was too old to do it. Which is shit. But it comes to us all, and I used to be young once doing cool as shit.
Anyway I had made pulled pork yesterday but then Jeff, a friend came to stay last night, and he texted me on the way to say "hey want takeaways?" and who am I to turn that down. (Turkish: Chicken Kebab with garlic sauce if you're interested. Which you are) So tonight, I really wanted Poutine which is from Quebec - who knew? Maybe Canadians did. I thought it was from the south of the US. I made a complete bastardised version which is nothing like the real thing. But it was EVEN better than I imagined. It could have been the delirium but it wasn't, and it's like the easiest meal ever. If you have pulled pork on hand. You need:
Put chips on a plate. Pour over gravy. Top with Pulled Pork. Put salad on the side. This isn't even a recipe really but seriously it is good. Like actually as good as if you'd cooked a whole real meal. And the fish and chip shop did most of if for you. You could make your own chips, but life is waaay to short. I managed to watch some netflix instead. A much more productive use of my time.
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