
I'm pretty rubbish with food. Usually, I buy things with the best intentions to cook up a storm, and end up with 18,000 slices of rank, stale, reduced-price bread alongside a jar of jam that's seen better days. Returning from a week in Edinburgh over Easter was no exception. What you're about to see... looks remarkably like an ill man's face.

Who knew onions were more than spag bogs and tears?
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pandrewh on
2008:04:01 at
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