Via the incomparable cinetrix, useful cocktail information:
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Hot Calves Feet Jelly sounds like the stuff you skim off the pot roast container when its been in the fridge for a week.
Posted by: Bridget Callahan | Monday, 16 November 2009 at 11:16 AM
Aha, drunkenness of Grantly revealed:
"No— it was not for love of lucre that he wished to be bishop of Barchester. But he certainly did desire to play first fiddle; he did desire to sit in full lawn sleeves amongst the peers of the realm...."
Posted by: Sorbet Trio | Monday, 16 November 2009 at 11:58 AM
Roasted lemons? What are they smoking at Maxtoke Priory?
Posted by: badthings | Monday, 16 November 2009 at 12:43 PM
PS: Calves feet was how you made gelatin before Knox. So: Lawn sleeves=jello shots.
Posted by: badthings | Monday, 16 November 2009 at 12:45 PM
Now I know. When I retire and open a pub, I shall name it "Lawn Sleeves, Cardinal and Pope".
Posted by: Rose's Lime | Monday, 16 November 2009 at 08:29 PM
Hey badthings - AWESOME.
Posted by: Bridget | Tuesday, 17 November 2009 at 05:57 PM