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Ahh yum!

Back from the pub after a drink with Mr FM to the wonderful smell of stew cooking in the slow oven of the Aga. I notice the present Mrs Englishman has used a stock cube, last but one in the packet and is throwing the box out. No "use by date" on it, but the help line number is 081 780 9051 which puts it before 16 April 1995. A few more hours cooking and then leave it at room temperature for a day and that is tomorrow's supper sorted.


Pre 96: It's probably made from John Mellors ground up brains - I'd go for an MRI scan if I were you.

Wine gets better with age, not sure about Oxo cubes.

I can see it now. The Englishman is being rushed to the emergency room in an ambulance with sirens and lights akimbo...a la Homer Simpson after he kept eating the huge sandwich for days.

Still, it will probably taste much better going down than when it comes back up.


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