After the sour sting of defeat suffered from a night at the casino, one requires food to soothe those aching purse-strings. Enter, the CheeseKenzie.
We dropped Sarah off at her house at about 2.30am and she invited Terry and myself in for tea and crumpets (we had glasses of water and declined her offer of Hobnobs). Following several failed attempts to get us to eat something, Sarah suggested she create that which is pictured above.
Cheese scone. Slice it. Butter. Spread. Cheese. Cut it. (You should be hearing the music from Gordon Ramsay's "The F Word" right now by the way.) Place on scone. Chorizo: Open Somerfield £1 packet. Lay on cheese. Grill: Heat it. Grill it. Plate: It up. Half it. There. The CheeseKenzie.
It was actually bloody good. Try it at home folks!
1 comment:
I have been reading that title as the Cheese McKenzie since you posted that...
It reminds me of McKenzie Crook from The Office (the funny one).
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