Monday 5th April 2010
I got some nice cutlets. The Gay Mother likes cutlets. I cooked them for her, with a lemon and oregano salsa. Her only comment: ‘Is yours done?’ Deathly silence.
Last year, she was in torment for days because the Easter lamb for Cousin Smurry and Aunt Smidge wasn’t hot – so she said.
Then I get a text from the lovely Lord Arrowby: ‘My mother is being very rude about English lamb….only fit for the Merchant Navy etc.’
Which is strange because when I was eight, Easter was early and English lamb was not available or too expensive. The Gay Mother got New Zealand. I passed the lunch hour on the swing, boycotting the horror.
In one way and another, you can see why we grew up Poor Little Rich Gays, can’t you?
There’s always trouble about the Easter lamb. Some people don’t have it, which is outrageous. It is absolutely required, the Lamb of Sacrifice also strangely to be eaten by believers which I am not. But I shed a tear during the singing of ‘Thine be the Glory, risen, conquering son’ in church yesterday. Easter is in every way superior to Christmas. No soppy baby with ‘Away in a Manger’ being sung at it. Instead the glamour and terror of the Resurrection and much better hymns.
Cousin Smurry’s still battling with that puppy (you remember Christmas was near cancelled on account of), so she and Aunt Smidge couldn’t come over to us as per for lamb roast. Instead they offered a casserole (a joint impossible because of dog) in their house.
Well, it was a lamb casserole – and good. The Gay Mother did not wither it.
Lamb Cutlet Rejected by the Gay Mother
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Ocado did an email promotion for Paschal leg of lamb so of course none – at any rate none English – was available by the time I got round to ordering. English chops were, however offered – not pre-packed in nasty little clingfilmed trays but, as it claims on the label, “Hand prepared by our own butcher for Mr Robert Nevil”, and wrapped in proper paper. This is, I suppose, why PLRGs shop at Waitrose. I only hope that Mr R Nevil’s own preparations of said chops in the gay kitchen will be appreciated by Sebastian Archer more than poor Adrian’s culinary endeavours were by the Gay Mother.
Dunno about lamb but had lots of lovely Easter eggs, which are quite nice deepfried, especially the Cadbury’s Creme Egg one.
This is not the sort of comment we are used to
I notice, Robert Nevil, that you lethally point out that I spelt ‘Paschal’ wrong. I am disappointed that you were unable to procure a proper joint but encouraged that Waitrose at least recognise that lamb is the correct meat for Easter. Were I Prime Minister, I would descend on anyone not eating lamb on Easter Day and give them lines
Actually I’m being noid. I don’t seem to have used ‘Paschal’ at all. But if I had I would certainly have left out the ‘h’.
I see it now. I’m being noid with good reason, which is often the case with paranoia. I put ‘pascal’ in the headline of the previous posting as well as in the text.
paschal is variant spelling of pascal. not to be confused with pascal as in pascal’s pensees which will not support an h
How thrilling! Now I’m back to noia. I did wonder whether it was poss to have both but my crazed Goggling did not confirm.
I like goggling too, especially with my friend Pascale.
Did you mean ‘Google’, dear? I imagine you are a Mae West figure