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Sweet mother-of-gawd. This is worse than the time I concocted a Scotch egg for my husband as a birthday treat breakfast. All I had at hand were my grandmother's circa-1930's domestic manual and a Kenya Settler's cookbook. There was enough fat in that baby to clog a carotid artery.The Sloppy Joe on a Krispy Kreme nearly put me away.
It was only an apple crumble with custard on the side, for f**k's sake!And it was even (slightly, admittedly) warm.Fx
apologies. lack of sleep, or somethingF