No, I really mean it - I've done it.
With the Pixie away in Bristol I succumbed to that male thing of eating UTTER CRAP - and had decided on oven sausages as part of the feast.
But the GREASE!!! my god, it was swilling out from the Oven door before I'd realised what was going-on. Across the floor, out the french doors and into the moonlit yard.
Foxes (and various formerly 'slink-about' creatures) were piled high in the corner on top of each other - unable to move across the gravel as the torrent of STUFF soaked into their paws and rendered them helpless.
It can't go on can it?
Enter the Bang-O-Tray!
The Bang-O-tray |
This beauty sits inside the oven tray, dish, thingy - with the chips (did I mention the chips?) sat outside of it - and . . . . .
the chips are TOTALLY UNAFFECTED by any Banger grease ! - amazing.
You saw it here first.
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