Showing posts with label eggs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eggs. Show all posts

Saturday, 19 August 2017

Cloud eggs


It's hard to say how much our gaff loves eggs but in every shape, size and form, we're huge, dedicated fans. From scrambled to scotch, we'll snaffle them up whatever way they come with a snarl on our chops and a wanton disregard for becoming eggbound.

So with this kind of fire in our loins, you can imagine how excited we were to learn of the new 'craze' for cloud eggs. They resemble cumulus nimbus with yolks and involve separating the whites and beating them into stiff peaks, then baking the blighters. Who doesn't like getting on that? Yeah mate.

Thursday, 2 June 2016

See that woman over there with Putin - she's not Russian. She's just taking her time...



Well. Well. Well. Shit has been going on whether it's on the breakfast plate or in political spheres. In the latter the world's stupidest wig wearers (Johnson - Trump) are bashing it out for the accolade of 2016's biggest dick. Who will win? Only time will tell but hopefully neither. Elsewhere, we've been flogging belongings at the car boot, drinking in the Grace Jones biog, deciphering Europe, lookening sickening and keeping it FUCKING REAL BROSEPHS.

Europeeeeee

Even when you run out of bog roll, they come in handy

Shit is going on in SuperKebab
The Marquis is getting a refurb
At the car boot
Shut up and dance
Saving Grace 

Monday, 4 January 2016

The monsters were the best friends we had


I love eggs and I love faces. Well I don't really like the latter that much but blending eggs with faces seems to be a real vibe. Now that the work canteen no longer offers scrambled eggs on toast as an option, I've started working from home one day a week so I can get my fix of being a culinary Dr Frankenstein. In doing so, it seems only right that these meals should have personalities, addictions and idiosyncracies. Otherwise, it'd be boring... here's a line up of who we've been eating in 2015...












Sunday, 25 October 2015

Champagne or gelato?


The last few months have been such a vibe that we've barely had time to stop and take a moment for it to sink in. Here are some of the big and bouncy bits...

Greenpeace bear

Essential reading

Sarma Beyti - note inclusion of sarma

#butt

#cunt

Ru Paul is a wise, wise, wise queen

Our ends

Our disgusting dirty bath

Mouth vibes

Hairy
Standard Thursday night in the Marquis - eight pints of this

skat scene
Those you encounter when drinking in Hackney

Nob eyes

Wednesday, 2 September 2015

When life gives you eggs...


It's been a colourful summer - just look at the state of some of these plates. We're talking going to Llangollen, eating some ox cheeks, air bnbing it, reading some books and almost winning it big on a scratch card. Almost. Here's the visual flex for your eyes... 

Scrambles
Summer reading


Ladybird fam m8

Ox cheeks for breakfast - fancy flex...

That right there is a £3 sausage roll. £3. £.3. 

Beddy byes

A dystopian now

Five points 

Hang on... 

De'voed m8

Kebab log

Look how relaxed that dog is

The scene of some sort of crime

The bakewell challenge