Monday, 22 June 2009

Behold and weep at it's majesty....


There are those dishes that chefs cheerfully claim include everything but the kitchen sink, but coddle is different – it looks like it is a kitchen sink. Watery rashers? Boiled sausages? Onions that induce heart-attacks? It’s an eccentric, contrary mess of satisfying meatiness, and doesn’t that echo beautifully as an aspiration for a motley mob of moderately funny Irish writers? A fire under our collective arse, a peppery pout, and the unfortunate glimpse of vegetable …

...this is Coddle Pot.

It’s more than just bunny.

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14 People trying to get Manuel's attention:

Boxer said...

yes sir.

savannah said...

okey dokey artie chokie! xoxox

wv: packed

witchypoo said...

Fare thee well done fillet.

toast said...

jesus its like CSNY or the travelling willburyies or something

Old Knudsen said...

I went I saw I wept.

MJ said...

I cleaned up Old Knudsen's mess.

mago said...

Maybe its punny.

Medbh said...

I miss WDF.
Sniff.

Dennis said...

So let me get this straight: I wish to resume my blog (donttipthewaiter.blogspot.com) and you are nowhere to be found.

Not fair, I say.

Dennis

Dennis said...

So let me get this straight...I am ready to resume my blog (donttipthewaiter.blogspot.com), but Manny is nowhere to be found.

That ain't fair at all.

Dennis

Upset waitress said...

Sounds like breakfast.

Not Ruairi said...

There had better be free coddle with this subscription.

The Sexy Pedestrian said...

The word coddle actually makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little bit.

Shawn said...

Where is this bloke? I miss the posts?