I've just spent half an hour walking down the road to try and find a tin of tinned tomatoes for the final stages of making Jamie Oliver's hunter's chicken stew or pollo alla cacciatora. Usually our closest corner shop is very reliable, but not today. I just popped out in my swimming costume with a dress over the top thinking I would have no problems, but must have tried about ten shops with no joy.
Had I wanted tinned sardines, green mango paste or the services of a prostitute I would have had no problems, but tinned tomatoes? Oh no. In the final shop I visited when I told the man what I wanted he laughed benignly at me(clearly I was completely mad). So I bought fresh tomatoes.
Had I wanted tinned sardines, green mango paste or the services of a prostitute I would have had no problems, but tinned tomatoes? Oh no. In the final shop I visited when I told the man what I wanted he laughed benignly at me(clearly I was completely mad). So I bought fresh tomatoes.
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