like today(for me), when ya just hate being single and ya need a man to cuddle into in the morns and then u brekkie in bed and tell you that ul be all rite even tho the nite before ya drank nearly half the vodka in Kildare
1/2tbsp olive oil 4 chicken breasts, cut into small cubes 1 red pepper, deseeded and cubed 100ml white wine Leaves from 2 sprigs fresh tarragon 200g low-fat crème fraîche 1 egg, beaten 85g puff pastry, thinly rolled
Preheat oven to Mark 7, 220°C, 425°F. Heat the oil in a large frying pan. Add the chicken and stir-fry for 5 mins until turning golden. Stir in the pepper and cook for 2 mins
Pour in the white wine and stir in the tarragon. Simmer over a low heat for a couple of mins. Remove from the heat, allow to cool slightly and stir in the crème fraîche. Season to taste with salt and freshly ground black pepper
Transfer to a pie dish. Brush sides of the dish with a little beaten egg, then cover with the pastry. Brush pastry with beaten egg and make a couple of air vents with a knife. Bake for 20 mins until pastry is well risen and golden...
Serve with whatever ya fancy and the rest of the chilled vino....Jeez Im starving ::doh: nowyis know what to do any willing volunteers
mmmmmm I love a slow senssual kiss, u know where ur both completely in the moment,feeling exactly how the other feels and just the intensity building..when u dont want to be anywhere else but right there..thats what makes it special for me
I'm going to see a foreign flick at 8, 'Biutiful', cant frikkin' wait!!! I couldnt even get anyone to come with me 'a foreign movie....with like subtitles?!!! '
Anyone wanna come to the cinema??[/quote see if ya cld just suffer thru bridesmaids..all the girls wld wanna go with ya:)
I cant remember the last time I wrote a letter,and my handwriting has really gone to pot in the last few years, lets face it the most writing we ever do these days is filling out forms...
I have letters from my family to me when I travelled years ago..and there so funny to read now...The most precious to me tho are the one's my mam wrote to me..all motherly advise to a daughter..shes not with me anymore so it makes the letters even more precious....
I think its such a shame that letter writing is a dying art of this modern age jmo
Isnt there just some days
like today(for me), when ya just hate being single and ya need a man to cuddle into in the morns and then u brekkie in bed and tell you that ul be all rite even tho the nite before ya drank nearly half the vodka in Kildare