I think it comes from their tear ducts, so you get 10,000 almonds in a shed and show them Watership Down. It's quite cruel but tastes nice. I think almond milk is like foie gras in that respect, although I've never eaten foie gras.How do you milk an almond (or an oat for that matter)
I imagine that you'd need a very tiny three-legged stool?
Very good of you not to have eaten fois gras Fred. As everyone knows I do like to hurl the ***** accusation around on these boards quite frequently but I do think it is safe to say that anyone who does eat foie gras or thinks its acceptable is most definitely a grade A *****.I think it comes from their tear ducts, so you get 10,000 almonds in a shed and show them Watership Down. It's quite cruel but tastes nice. I think almond milk is like foie gras in that respect, although I've never eaten foie gras.
Milk in coffee is like putting tomato ketchup on a roast dinner.Did you mean cow milk? I really hope so otherwise you're even more weird than I had you down as.
Try oat milk - it's absolutely bloody lovely in coffee, on cereal or just to drink. I love oat milk almost as much as I love Ryan Bowman.
When I heard this being trailed on 6 Music, I assumed it was satire.One of the few delights of insomnia is being able to listen to the Shipping Forecast of a morning on R4, from about 5.15am.
At least, it should be - when read properly, the Shipping Forecast is pure poetry, with Fisher, Fastnet, FitzRoy, Forties, Faeroes and Fair Isle all merging into an aural massage that is always Good, often with a New High, and occasionally Phenomenal.
Not so with Helen Willetts, I'm afraid. To hear her stumbling over her words and confusing the Forecast areas this morning has ruined my day for me. It was painful. I almost went back to bed. I'm sorry but she just ain't got it. Sort it out BBCthorpe - bring back the eloquent and soothing tones of Neil Nunes, now!