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I once ate a Flayed Swordfish And Guava Millefeuille that reminded me, in one sweet mouthful, of a Sea Interlude by Britten, a painting by Turner and one of Michael Holding's rampant, perfect-length balls.
Sniff your computer screen. What does it remind you of?
Roasted fruits? A Hockney? Cherry blossom?
No. It reminds you of nothing.
Computer screens look, smell, feel (even taste) like nothing. They're devoid of sensuality. People who stare at screens all day should be shot. But there are so many millions of them. There simply isn't time.
And, worse, so many screen-starers have beards. If there's one thing I'd love POSH NOSH to achieve, it's to rid the world of beards. Beards are the enemy of culinary excellence. Can a bearded man eat Flayed Swordfish And Guava Millefeuille? Oh yes. Many times! The first time is merely an overture. For days afterwards, he'll come back to haunt it, rehydrating barnacles of encrusted beard-fish with his salivating tongue.
Point your 'mouse' at our recipes, or whatever it is you do. Feast on our knowledge. Source what we source, flay what we flay. But please. Shave first.
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