Early Birdy Omelette

Worship the Beard!

Not exactly metal or edible (unless I use it as a soup strainer) but aren't beards most awesomely BADASS? Mine is anyway, and yup, that's its up there in the pic. Beard maketh the man! Ive been growing this bad boy since June 2010 and boy, its hosted a lot of good stuff from Jagermeister to kangaroo steak (and not not forgetting some of the worlds most blisteringly hot sauces.) I don't know about you moshers but I don't trust a clean shaven fella, closet skeleton cradlers all. Mind you, I trust goatee growers even less (Kerry King is the exception) because they are the planets toe dippers, wanting some facial fungus but unwilling (or unable) to grow a full chin badger.

Nightmare on Cawl Street

I have come to the end of the Blair's Mega Death Sauce. Sad times my friends, sad times. (But I do have some Ultra Death on order so happily the burning times are going to keep on rolling and melting my innards like the loudest Motorhead gig.) And as it is the eve of St David's Day I thought it would be a good idea to 'bless' a Cawl (traditional Welsh dish) with the final drops of hot sauce. Result? Well I won't be doing it again because this stuff is much better on burgers and sandwiches. In Cawl/soups it is pretty disgusting it has to be said.
Its hot don't get me wrong. Like I say in the video below, the combined heat from both sauce and cawl makes it feel as though you are eating liquid razorblades but taste wise its pretty darned foul. Another thing to note is that the burn you get from using Blair's hot sauce in things like broth doesn't last as long as when you put some on a beefburger. The heat might be instant and more intense while you're tucking in but 5 minutes after you put down the spoon its barely noticable.



Burny but ych a fi (Welsh = horrid)

Dydd Gwyl Dewi Da Pawb!

Jolly Brekkers

Heaven also comes in boxes

Righto Moshers, its Christmas eve eve, and about time I shared with you the menu I have on offer over the festive holidays. I don't 'do' turkey, I personally think its the blandest, most flavourless meat in existence (apart from maybe limpets), so I always have a goose on my table after Santa has done his bit and left some loot. Also as there is not an abundance of meat on goosey goosey gander, it will be joined by a pheasant. Nothing like a bit of game to go with the festive spread, especially one that has been freshly plucked out from the sky with a well aimed shot. *SMILES*
But breakfast is just as important on Christmas morning, and you will need more than boring old Cornflakes to bring you back to life if you indulge anything like I do the night before. The remedy is in the photo above: laverbread. I wrote about this Welsh caviar in an earlier post not so long ago so you might remember it.
A Welsh fry up! Oh I can smell the delightful aromas as I type! I am healed even before ive applied the damage! Bacon, laverbread, cockles and eggs, accompanied by a mug of tea. Delishimo! No matter how hard you hit the sauce, this will get you rockin' and moshing once again. Hurry up Christmas morn!

Nadolig Llawen i chi gyd! Merry Christmas to you all!


Open sesame...I mean laverbread!