on toast. with salt. i'm in Scottish food heaven.
i feel like I could run for a 100 miles now.
slight chest pains there. but it passed.
i can't believe I haven't found out about it until now. 32 years wasted.
Oooooooooooh ... this was a treat of my childhood. Me and dad used to fight over the dripping left after the Sunday roast. Especially the jelly bits .... slathered on toast .... mmmmm, taste bud heaven. Just thinking about it furs the arteries but what the hell, we're only on this planet once.
My Dad used to tell us about the wonders of beef dripping on toast.
He did die of heart disease
heart attacks run in the male side of my family too.
my uncle, grandfather and great grandfather.
they all enjoyed cheese and jam sandwiches. like me. but that aside I try to eat well and exercise regularly.
Wow, that's a blast from the past. Wipe a slice of bread around the roasting tin and, voila, a beef dripping sandwich. Or as we called it here in The Holy Land, a greasy piece.Yuuuuuuummmmmmmmm.
Visit the official Runner's World page
Follow Runner's World on Twitter
Other Natmag-Rodale Sites
Run For Charity
About Runner's World
Runner's World is a publication of Hearst Magazines UK which is the trading name of The National Magazine Company Ltd, 72 Broadwick Street, London, W1F 9EP. Registered in England 112955. All rights reserved.
Website powered by: Immediate Media Company Limited. | © Runner's World 2002-2013 |