When I lived with mum and dad I used to get din dins on the table when I got home from work. Now I don’t know if I’ve told you lot this before but no word of a lie I came home, starving hungry, delighted to be told a curry was no more than 10 minutes away. Chuffed I was to see the jar of sauce on the counter. Belting, I thought, she’s not tried to make one from scratch, it should be ok. Quick wash and back down to enjoy my scran, my expectation being an enjoyable nosh on some pre-prepared sauce and fresh chicken, what could go wrong.
The first mouthful tasted odd but not disgusting I pondered. On approach to my gob I noticed a cherry on my second attempt. On further inspection I noticed a grape, some pineapple and mango, indeed quite a mixture I wondered. Surprised by this I questioned it to be told the jar of sauce was complemented by a tin of fruit cocktail as and I quote “there were no bananas left”.
Thoughts appreciated?