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Sad to say I had never heard of champ until you specified it. How many more words do you have for bloody potato? I can't help picturing a potato dish sourced from the champing of overeager horseflesh engaged in Peruvian spit fermentation.
Happy to cook you a chop but not for me - bones stop in the galley (or at the nearest to the plate, the carving dish).
(Come Autumn I do some mean apple sauce too - it freezes OK).
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David V
Lord Finchley tried to mend the electric light
Himself. It struck him dead and serve him right
It is the duty of the wealthy man
To give employment to the artisan
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