Bisto substitute
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It's horrible!-
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Never tried it - but what some might find horrible, others may enjoy!
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If you want tp male "gravy", sprinke a little flour over the cooking juices and slowly add stock (+ a little wine). Much better than a chemical powder.
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One day, when ashore visiting our office in Newfoundland, I went for a quick lunch to a large basement area below a nearby shopping centre.
It had a large number of tables and chairs, surrounded by individual food outlets around the walls, selling a variety of fast food.
I chose one of these, which offered a large selection of sandwiches, with large chunks of appetising meats ready to be sliced and several different kinds of bread, and ordered rare roast beef on rye bread.
The young man behind the counter cut a couple of generous slices of the beef and placed them between the sliced bread, but, to my surprise, and before I could stop him, he grabbed a small ladle from a bucket full of something, and drowned the sandwich in a deluge of slimy grey-brown gloop.
"I didn't ask for gravy" I said, to which he replied "You didn't say no gravy"
After a brief but fruitless discussion I paid for it, found a table, scraped the disgusting soggy bread to the side and ate the now slightly wet and odd-tasting beef.
Apparently, I learned, one should say "Hold the gravy", though I don't know how that is achieved.
I should have known better, the Newfies on the offshore rig where I was working insisted on having copious amounts of the stuff available for every meal. They even put it on fish and chips. It's compulsory there.
Not quite the worst meal I've had, but a close runner to the steak and onions a colleague and I ordered in the Victoria Hotel in Stavanger.
This turned out to be a greyish slice of beef, apparently cooked in water, topped with a small mound of finely sliced and boiled white onion, and surrounded by a few small undercooked boiled potatoes.
It had a large number of tables and chairs, surrounded by individual food outlets around the walls, selling a variety of fast food.
I chose one of these, which offered a large selection of sandwiches, with large chunks of appetising meats ready to be sliced and several different kinds of bread, and ordered rare roast beef on rye bread.
The young man behind the counter cut a couple of generous slices of the beef and placed them between the sliced bread, but, to my surprise, and before I could stop him, he grabbed a small ladle from a bucket full of something, and drowned the sandwich in a deluge of slimy grey-brown gloop.
"I didn't ask for gravy" I said, to which he replied "You didn't say no gravy"
After a brief but fruitless discussion I paid for it, found a table, scraped the disgusting soggy bread to the side and ate the now slightly wet and odd-tasting beef.
Apparently, I learned, one should say "Hold the gravy", though I don't know how that is achieved.
I should have known better, the Newfies on the offshore rig where I was working insisted on having copious amounts of the stuff available for every meal. They even put it on fish and chips. It's compulsory there.
Not quite the worst meal I've had, but a close runner to the steak and onions a colleague and I ordered in the Victoria Hotel in Stavanger.
This turned out to be a greyish slice of beef, apparently cooked in water, topped with a small mound of finely sliced and boiled white onion, and surrounded by a few small undercooked boiled potatoes.