Fadgies

Coming into the house that wonderful smell. Watch the doe rise infront of the fire, the shovel holding the newspaper to get the wind through. Watch my mam cutting them into squares. The anticipation of waiting for the gas man to open the meter to turn the gas back on. Watching the oven glow as they cook


Then selling them to a farmer for dry stone walling.
 
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Due to my continued stint on the naughty step I could not change Doe, doh.

It's been a few weeks any chance of a break?

This is the only site I have a problem with, but saying that it's the only site I leave messages.

This is what happens when you take on the clique. I fully accept the rules. This is not a democracy, but good grief.
 
Due to my continued stint on the naughty step I could not change Doe, doh.

It's been a few weeks any chance of a break?

This is the only site I have a problem with, but saying that it's the only site I leave messages.

This is what happens when you take on the clique. I fully accept the rules. This is not a democracy, but good grief.

What does this mean?
 
What does this mean?
Basically I have a nightmare getting on here. One of my lads found a plan B. However even with plan B 9 times out of 10 it won't let me on, or it goes to a white screen.

I am not crying about it, to be fair to admin it says in the rules it's not a democracy.

Maybe a few on here do go crying, and bobs your aunt.
 
Surely you didn't expect him to post anything meaningful :ROFLMAO:
I thought you had me on ignore. Best wishes from across the pond, I hope life is treating you well and the Big Apple is as exciting as ever.

I love the teenage emoji.


There you go it won't allow this message.
 
My mam tried but was hopeless. I did not know a good cook until I met the wife's mam, unfortunately she did not pass the skills on.

The fadgies were OK out of the oven, but then turned to concrete.

She made a decent penacklety, but once but sugar in instead of salt.

Do you remember putting newspaper over a shovel to get the fire started?


I just received the message 'oops ran into problems ....'
 
Our lass tells me her nan used to make them, but was easier to just get a great clear bag full from the bakers and they lasted forever.
 
Anyway - back to fadgies

me Nanna made them at home, the smell was beautiful - our Mam not so much, she liked the convenience of buying buns and rolls in the bakers.

i liked em with pease pudding and when we visited an uncle he had his with ham and ham n pease pudding, so that was a right treat.
I liked to eat mine on a Saturday afternoon with beef and tomato paste from the Normanby butchers in Coronation Court.

Always reminds me of watching the Tele Printer when the Boro were away from home and watching the scores come in.
 
Basically I have a nightmare getting on here. One of my lads found a plan B. However even with plan B 9 times out of 10 it won't let me on, or it goes to a white screen.

I am not crying about it, to be fair to admin it says in the rules it's not a democracy.

Maybe a few on here do go crying, and bobs your aunt.

So you fell foul of the rules and are being punished with frustratingly slow connection and response?

Someone else had that a while back and asked me to log in as them. It did my head in. I'd have left the site I think.

My advice is apologise to admin, ask them to restore and keep your nose clean. They ought to know your history, that you've been a great poster for a long long time and any transgression is unusual, probably a heat of the moment thing.

I'm scratching my head to think what you could have done. People pushing your buttons on a subject you feel passionate about I guess?

You apologised to me recently for something I didn't even know about from days or weeks earlier. Only decent people do that imo.

I wonder if I would be too arrogant or cowardly to do the same, positions reversed.
 
Fadgies are fantastic, but the best sandwich in my opinion was spam and pease pudding lots of pepper and HP brown sauce from a the little pork shop in town, long gone now 🥲
 
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