The cooking thread and what are you having for dinner tonight beansnikpoh?

Stevo_666

hopkinb said:

That looks bloody lovely.

+1.

Making me hungry.

elbowloh

MattFalle said:

Home made olive, onion and sea salt focciacia.

TDV started the whole process yesterday morning, came out of the oven an hour ago.

Is there a reason it's in the shape of a tombstone?

MattFalle

I think she's trying to hint that I may find myself 6 feet under unless I get my chores done.

MattFalle

Stevo_666 said:

hopkinb said:

That looks bloody lovely.

+1.

Making me hungry.

grazie gents, I'll pass on the compliments.

Tastes bloody good as well - gonna consume some more with vino rosso in a bit.

pinno

Steak pie topped with sweet potato mash and cheese.
Plus red cabbage and peas.

pinno

Oh, and I cleaned the cooker.

orraloon

pinno said:

Steak pie topped with sweet potato mash and cheese.
Plus red cabbage and peas.

Monica Galetti isn't going to give you big points on that. Neither Marcus Wareing. Whereas Gregg Wallace would say “Aw, mate. I tell you what, that’s the sort of thing I would dip my head in!”

Stevo_666

pinno said:

Oh, and I cleaned the cooker.

Hopefully after that pic and not before.

pinno

Although not as aesthetic as the Focciacia, there was lots of colour and it tasted damn good.
Never put Cinnamon in a Beef pie, nor grated cheese in sweet potato mash.

MattFalle

can you guess what it is yet?

Stevo_666

MattFalle said:

can you guess what it is yet?

Paella?

elbowloh

Thai curry?

MattFalle

Paella. Tchaaa. Spanish filth.

Moqueca - Brazilian fish curry, fresh cod and prawns, onions, peppers.

Its all like posh here, see. We imagine its how people in Monmouth live.

pinno

What's for dinner tonight Hoppy? Brownies?

pinno

hopkinb

Tarragon chicken and brown rice. Pretty decent.

I got nowt against the substance. I smoked the stuff for 20 years. I spent 4 months at source in the parvati valley blowing chillums of charas with ash-painted sadhus and a motley crew of Israelis and party people before heading down to Pushkar and Udaipur for camels, elephants and bhang, then a looong and dreamy train ride up and across to Varanasi for some opium-fuelled burning ghat craziness. Happy hippy days. Bom shiva.

Not when I was 15, not when I was meant to be working on my basic qualifications, I never stole to pay for it, I never climbed out of a window to go and get it. I never stuck photos of me smoking it on instagram.

I don't have a single school age qualification that is not an A, I have a degree, I have 2 post-graduate professional qualifications with first time passes, one with a 35% pass rate. Kid shows he can get to 18, get a start in life, earn his own money, then that's fine, but he can barely make a bowl of coco pops. Time and a place.

Mind you, I only ate it once, lost a whole afternoon and evening staring at a wall. Don't do that.

elbowloh

hopkinb said:

Tarragon chicken and brown rice. Pretty decent.

I got nowt against the substance. I smoked the stuff for 20 years. I spent 4 months at source in the parvati valley blowing chillums of charas with ash-painted sadhus and a motley crew of Israelis and party people before heading down to Pushkar and Udaipur for camels, elephants and bhang, then a looong and dreamy train ride up and across to Varanasi for some opium-fuelled burning ghat craziness. Happy hippy days. Bom shiva.

Not when I was 15, not when I was meant to be working on my basic qualifications, I never stole to pay for it, I never climbed out of a window to go and get it. I never stuck photos of me smoking it on instagram.

I don't have a single school age qualification that is not an A, I have a degree, I have 2 post-graduate professional qualifications with first time passes, one with a 35% pass rate. Kid shows he can get to 18, get a start in life, earn his own money, then that's fine, but he can barely make a bowl of coco pops. Time and a place.

Mind you, I only ate it once, lost a whole afternoon and evening staring at a wall. Don't do that.

Don't mean to be a cnut, but you didn't tell him that did you? He probably thinks how can he ever match/beat that?

As for eating it, wife had a brownie once in Amsterdam (only time she's ever taken drugs) and she thought she was having a heart attack and was going to die. All before she met me though.

hopkinb

elbowloh said:

hopkinb said:

Tarragon chicken and brown rice. Pretty decent.

I got nowt against the substance. I smoked the stuff for 20 years. I spent 4 months at source in the parvati valley blowing chillums of charas with ash-painted sadhus and a motley crew of Israelis and party people before heading down to Pushkar and Udaipur for camels, elephants and bhang, then a looong and dreamy train ride up and across to Varanasi for some opium-fuelled burning ghat craziness. Happy hippy days. Bom shiva.

Not when I was 15, not when I was meant to be working on my basic qualifications, I never stole to pay for it, I never climbed out of a window to go and get it. I never stuck photos of me smoking it on instagram.

I don't have a single school age qualification that is not an A, I have a degree, I have 2 post-graduate professional qualifications with first time passes, one with a 35% pass rate. Kid shows he can get to 18, get a start in life, earn his own money, then that's fine, but he can barely make a bowl of coco pops. Time and a place.

Mind you, I only ate it once, lost a whole afternoon and evening staring at a wall. Don't do that.

Don't mean to be a cnut, but you didn't tell him that did you? He probably thinks how can he ever match/beat that?

I don't think he even has the faintest idea what I do for a living, let alone what I had to pass to get there.

hopkinb

Obviously, we could be unbelievably wrong, and in 5 years he'll be making award-winning skate videos and own a chain of profitable shops selling all things cool and wonderful. In which case, pass me the hat sauce.

pinno

hopkinb said:

Mind you, I only ate it once, lost a whole afternoon and evening staring at a wall. Don't do that.

No, I dunno what I would do. My mum swore I would be a Lollipop man and no more. I sat 13 'O' grade's and passed 5 at C grade. Wasn't drugs - it was snooker. I spent 6 hours a day on the thing if I could.
I was banned playing in the evening 'cos I had to do homework. So I set my alarm for 5am. Mum laughed. I got up at 5am and that went on for 3 months until she couldn't bear the noise early in the morning. I hated school. Why do homework?
A diploma in engineering and a degree plus a coaching certificate in Table tennis later...

What made me furious is that I wasn't work shy. I could practice hard and I paid for it by working on a farm for less than £1 per hour. But I was the lazy boy who didn't want to do school work and would end up on the dole. It vexed me that they paid for a cricket jumper or a new bat but some practice money at the local snooker hall? Nope.

I'm not sure your situation has a carrot or stick solution.

Being told not what to do and what to do and he'll end up with nothing etc, ain't going to work. You need to talk, listen.

hopkinb

He needs to get 5 at C grade first. Not on for that at the moment, and that's teacher grades... otherwise, as the MF's said, he's not even going to get shot at.

pinno

My Jackanory underlined a few things.
I wasn't lazy.
I wasn't thick.
I hated school.
I preferred sport and physical work.

You're not going to force him to do anything if he really doesn't want to do it.
There are other routes other than academia.
What flicks his switch? Go through alternatives in a understanding way. Perhaps he'll start weighing up what that means. Maybe that would bring him back on track. Maybe it would light up a different path.

Any coercion won't help.

Legitimise going to see the GF. I couldn't imagine being 16 in lockdown with a GF and be asked to stay at home.
Say quietly 'go out, be back at such and such but ffs, don't get caught'. You'll have to connect with him at some level if you want any sort of insight.

I remember getting caught smoking at school. Mum hit the roof. I got a never ending lecture. My Dad (step) much later and out of eyeshot, shared a rolly with me.
...and then when I got drunk at 17 playing pool for cash. I got brought home by the coppers after mouthing off at them, weaving across the road, fell in the ditch, no lights on my bike. Would have slept there if it wasn't for the rozzers. Mum had a hissy fit. Dad, just laughed. He opened the curtains wide at 7am the next day and spoke loudly, smiling and laughing all the time.
He put up nothing to rebel against.
Calm and laissez faire.

Stevo_666

pinno said:

My Jackanory underlined a few things.
I wasn't lazy.
I wasn't thick.
I hated school.
I preferred sport and physical work.

You're not going to force him to do anything if he really doesn't want to do it.
There are other routes other than academia.
What flicks his switch? Go through alternatives in a understanding way. Perhaps he'll start weighing up what that means. Maybe that would bring him back on track. Maybe it would light up a different path.

Any coercion won't help.

Legitimise going to see the GF. I couldn't imagine being 16 in lockdown with a GF and be asked to stay at home.
Say quietly 'go out, be back at such and such but ffs, don't get caught'. You'll have to connect with him at some level if you want any sort of insight.

I remember getting caught smoking at school. Mum hit the roof. I got a never ending lecture. My Dad (step) much later and out of eyeshot, shared a rolly with me.
...and then when I got drunk at 17 playing pool for cash. I got brought home by the coppers after mouthing off at them, weaving across the road, fell in the ditch, no lights on my bike. Would have slept there if it wasn't for the rozzers. Mum had a hissy fit. Dad, just laughed. He opened the curtains wide at 7am the next day and spoke loudly, smiling and laughing all the time.
He put up nothing to rebel against.
Calm and laissez faire.

What's the odds that some time in the future, you'll be answering the door with a hockey mask and a meat cleaver when one of the toots first boyfriends comes calling?

pinno

Stevo_666 said:

pinno said:

My Jackanory underlined a few things.
I wasn't lazy.
I wasn't thick.
I hated school.
I preferred sport and physical work.

You're not going to force him to do anything if he really doesn't want to do it.
There are other routes other than academia.
What flicks his switch? Go through alternatives in a understanding way. Perhaps he'll start weighing up what that means. Maybe that would bring him back on track. Maybe it would light up a different path.

Any coercion won't help.

Legitimise going to see the GF. I couldn't imagine being 16 in lockdown with a GF and be asked to stay at home.
Say quietly 'go out, be back at such and such but ffs, don't get caught'. You'll have to connect with him at some level if you want any sort of insight.

I remember getting caught smoking at school. Mum hit the roof. I got a never ending lecture. My Dad (step) much later and out of eyeshot, shared a rolly with me.
...and then when I got drunk at 17 playing pool for cash. I got brought home by the coppers after mouthing off at them, weaving across the road, fell in the ditch, no lights on my bike. Would have slept there if it wasn't for the rozzers. Mum had a hissy fit. Dad, just laughed. He opened the curtains wide at 7am the next day and spoke loudly, smiling and laughing all the time.
He put up nothing to rebel against.
Calm and laissez faire.

What's the odds that some time in the future, you'll be answering the door with a hockey mask and a meat cleaver when one of the toots first boyfriends comes calling?

Nil.
That sort of action (even metaphorically speaking) wouldn't drive them apart would it?

Stevo_666

pinno said:

Stevo_666 said:

pinno said:

My Jackanory underlined a few things.
I wasn't lazy.
I wasn't thick.
I hated school.
I preferred sport and physical work.

You're not going to force him to do anything if he really doesn't want to do it.
There are other routes other than academia.
What flicks his switch? Go through alternatives in a understanding way. Perhaps he'll start weighing up what that means. Maybe that would bring him back on track. Maybe it would light up a different path.

Any coercion won't help.

Legitimise going to see the GF. I couldn't imagine being 16 in lockdown with a GF and be asked to stay at home.
Say quietly 'go out, be back at such and such but ffs, don't get caught'. You'll have to connect with him at some level if you want any sort of insight.

I remember getting caught smoking at school. Mum hit the roof. I got a never ending lecture. My Dad (step) much later and out of eyeshot, shared a rolly with me.
...and then when I got drunk at 17 playing pool for cash. I got brought home by the coppers after mouthing off at them, weaving across the road, fell in the ditch, no lights on my bike. Would have slept there if it wasn't for the rozzers. Mum had a hissy fit. Dad, just laughed. He opened the curtains wide at 7am the next day and spoke loudly, smiling and laughing all the time.
He put up nothing to rebel against.
Calm and laissez faire.

What's the odds that some time in the future, you'll be answering the door with a hockey mask and a meat cleaver when one of the toots first boyfriends comes calling?

Nil.
That sort of action (even metaphorically speaking) wouldn't drive them apart would it?

It would if the spotty oik was in two pieces.

seanoconn

Stevo_666 said:

pinno said:

My Jackanory underlined a few things.
I wasn't lazy.
I wasn't thick.
I hated school.
I preferred sport and physical work.

You're not going to force him to do anything if he really doesn't want to do it.
There are other routes other than academia.
What flicks his switch? Go through alternatives in a understanding way. Perhaps he'll start weighing up what that means. Maybe that would bring him back on track. Maybe it would light up a different path.

Any coercion won't help.

Legitimise going to see the GF. I couldn't imagine being 16 in lockdown with a GF and be asked to stay at home.
Say quietly 'go out, be back at such and such but ffs, don't get caught'. You'll have to connect with him at some level if you want any sort of insight.

I remember getting caught smoking at school. Mum hit the roof. I got a never ending lecture. My Dad (step) much later and out of eyeshot, shared a rolly with me.
...and then when I got drunk at 17 playing pool for cash. I got brought home by the coppers after mouthing off at them, weaving across the road, fell in the ditch, no lights on my bike. Would have slept there if it wasn't for the rozzers. Mum had a hissy fit. Dad, just laughed. He opened the curtains wide at 7am the next day and spoke loudly, smiling and laughing all the time.
He put up nothing to rebel against.
Calm and laissez faire.

What's the odds that some time in the future, you'll be answering the door with a hockey mask and a meat cleaver when one of the toots first boyfriends comes calling?

My dad waited in the front garden with an axe (pretending he was chopping something) for my sister to be escorted home from her first date to have a friendly word with her young suitor. Surprisingly the boy was never seen again.

seanoconn

pinno said:

hopkinb said:

Mind you, I only ate it once, lost a whole afternoon and evening staring at a wall. Don't do that.

No, I dunno what I would do. My mum swore I would be a Lollipop man and no more. I sat 13 'O' grade's and passed 5 at C grade. Wasn't drugs - it was snooker. I spent 6 hours a day on the thing if I could.
I was banned playing in the evening 'cos I had to do homework. So I set my alarm for 5am. Mum laughed. I got up at 5am and that went on for 3 months until she couldn't bear the noise early in the morning. I hated school. Why do homework?
A diploma in engineering and a degree plus a coaching certificate in Table tennis later...

What made me furious is that I wasn't work shy. I could practice hard and I paid for it by working on a farm for less than £1 per hour. But I was the lazy boy who didn't want to do school work and would end up on the dole. It vexed me that they paid for a cricket jumper or a new bat but some practice money at the local snooker hall? Nope.

I'm not sure your situation has a carrot or stick solution.

Being told not what to do and what to do and he'll end up with nothing etc, ain't going to work. You need to talk, listen.

Spent a little time in snooker halls from the age of 12-14, decent for my age, 40+ breaks. I remember practicing cueing through a matchbox to perfect a smooth steady action. Pretty unhealthy lifestyle hanging about in smoke filled dungeons so fortunately found other interests.

webboo

Daughter became a rebel without a clue aged 13. I was called in to school lots of time re her behaviour. Including the time she nicked the vodka to take to school and other girl got slaughtered on it. Daughters answer was “ well she said she could drink” She did badly at her GCSE’s ended doing beauty therapy at college before eloping at 17 to get married. Went to Germany as husband was in Army.
Now back in the UK, mother to Cameron age 6 still married, buying own home and works in a building society. So doing reasonably ok although I think she regrets not working harder at school as she is aware she’s not really working at her potential.
Never did drugs though.

Ben6899

We made okonomiyaki and apple cake, last night. Okonomiyaki always sends me back to Hiroshima where I first had it, cooked on the hot plate in front of me at a market stall while I drank a cold pint of Kirin Ichiban...




There were plenty of people walking about in surgical masks, back then actually!

hopkinb

pinno said:

My Jackanory underlined a few things.
I wasn't lazy.
I wasn't thick.
I hated school.
I preferred sport and physical work.

You're not going to force him to do anything if he really doesn't want to do it.
There are other routes other than academia. Not really without 5 GCSEs
What flicks his switch? Go through alternatives in a understanding way. Perhaps he'll start weighing up what that means. Maybe that would bring him back on track. Maybe it would light up a different path.Dunno, leave me alone, I like skating.

Any coercion won't help.

Legitimise going to see the GF. I couldn't imagine being 16 in lockdown with a GF and be asked to stay at home.
Say quietly 'go out, be back at such and such but ffs, don't get caught'. You'll have to connect with him at some level if you want any sort of insight.He's had all the chances - we haven't been keeping him locked up. If he did a solid day of work, he was allowed out to skate and/or see gf. However, he lied about the work, he was never back on time, would never answer his phone, he keeps sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night, he's stealing money to fund the ubers and the weed

I remember getting caught smoking at school. Mum hit the roof. I got a never ending lecture. My Dad (step) much later and out of eyeshot, shared a rolly with me.
...and then when I got drunk at 17 playing pool for cash. I got brought home by the coppers after mouthing off at them, weaving across the road, fell in the ditch, no lights on my bike. Would have slept there if it wasn't for the rozzers. Mum had a hissy fit. Dad, just laughed. He opened the curtains wide at 7am the next day and spoke loudly, smiling and laughing all the time.
He put up nothing to rebel against.
Calm and laissez faire.
He's had laissez faire, and can't cope with it. He lies, steals, and breaks his promises. It's not the 90's any more, you can't do anything without a base of qualifications. If he screws up this year, he will be doing them at college