Happy Birthday Rick

Rick turns 31 today and all of us at Weiner Supreme (OK, there's only one of us, but the others knew about it and didn't tell you, honest) would like to wish you a brilliant Birthday.

Happy reading!

(Please don't stop sending them, there's all the more reason to now that you know.)

And here's a special birthday song.

Kievs

It would be wonderful to let the return of the kievs speak for themselves, but it would be frankly criminal not to celebrate the unbelievably orange nature of this dinner creation.

And it would be additionally and unforgivably remiss not to question the return of the unidentified vegetable matter which has been sneaking around recently looking a bit like a kiev. Anyone got any ideas?

Kievs

OK, this is obviously a platter to be shared by two hungry working men, but that doesn't detract from the fact that this looks quite good. At first glance I thought there were no less than 3 kievs, but I think that one brown pile is some kind of vegetable.

I've learnt from experience that two chicken kievs on a plate probably means Rick bought a box of four - look out for more kievs coming soon.

Yellow

There's nothing like a side-order of single slice of cheap white bread with your unidentified plate of yellow things and some more green beans.

Blood Pizza

Extraordinary news. Rick has changed his legume du jour to Mange Tout. This is a radical departure from green beans. So radical that it seems to have caused Rick to have a nose bleed all over his pizza.

Big Quiche. The return.

Ah - this can only mean that Morrisons are doing two family sized quiches for the price of one (see 23/9). Here's the second one, cut carefully into four large slices, one for Mum, Dad, Son and Daughter... er, four slices for Rick.

The Weiner that got away

Horrifying news reaches us. Rick cooked a semi-Supreme (all the requisite ingredients of the hallowed Weiner Supreme, but with pasta instead of super noodles and no ketchup) but failed to take a photo of it. This may be the closest that he (or we) has (or have) come to a full WS in some years.

I feel a little like the wildlife photographer who sits in a hide alone for 11 months only to miss the polar bear because his camera battery ran out.

I'm encouraging Rick to cook up a new WS soon, but it's rare that all the ingredients are in the house at any one time (and frankly, who's ever going to buy them all at once? No-one.)

Son of a heffer

Although Rick doesn't know that I'm blogging his daily evening stodge-feasts, he still delights in sending me photos of whatever he's cooked up for dinner each night.

This particular plate-busting effort was accompanied with the text message 'You can't argue with this son of a bitch'. And indeed it's true that you really can't argue that this is a simply fucking massive steak.

Just for the record, so far Rick is yet to have a dinner that hasn't involved green beans.

The beans are back, but this time they're accompanied by an entire quiche. You know, the kind of quiche normally meant to feed a family of four.

I think it's mashed potato with it, but I'm not 100% sure.

Smart Kid

Rick is one smart kid. He's discovered Morrisons and their unique take on cereal. He also discovered that 'chocolate flavoured' means 'doesn't taste of chocolate'.

Massive Weiner Alert 1

An extraordinary effort. I'm not sure whether these are the same vegetables from yesterday. They might be.

Pizza and two veg

It's been a long time since I've lived with my friend Rick. 10 years ago Rick's masterpiece was the now infamous Weiner Supreme, a unique combination of frankfurters, Chinese noodles, pesto, tomato ketchup. margarine and cheddar cheese.

Rick is back and he's learnt to eat vegetables. With Pizza. And an usual garnish of flora margarine.

I'm excited about what might come next, and I thought I'd share that excitement here.