Greetings Shirleyphiles and welcome to another 40 minutes or so of low-fi lovliness!
Time for a second serving Shirleyphiles, of a show we posted couple of years back – “Please laShirl, Can I Have Some More?” While the manservant is twiddling around with a new show, I hope this repeat keeps your appetite for low-fi lovliness sated. Its one of our favourite dishes.
Now I’m no Margaret Fulton or Nigella Lawson when it comes to tossing it up big time in the kitchen department, but mr.Kenneth has a bit of the Jamie Oliver in him when the fancy takes him. And that certain kind of fancy takes him often … but we’ll leave that for another show, shall we?
The manservant been known to have a whole dinner party contingent on the floor squealing with delight after sampling one of his “special” desserts. Apparently he came across the recipe in “The Alice B. Toklas Cookbook”. Do I need to say anymore? I learned my lesson long ago and dare not put so much as a crumb of these after dinner treats near my lips. I just sashay over to the bar, as usual, mix myself another Harvey Wallbanger, sit back with a cigar and count the car keys as they get thrown into the fruitbowl.
Its a very mixed bag in this show, kind of like a musical stir fry with The Tubes, Herb Alpert, Terri “Cupcake” O’Mason, Vincent Price, Deee-Lite, Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan, Duran Duran, Sly Stone, Ella Mae Morse, Eydie Gormé and other tasty musical morsels more or less all ending sunnyside up in the pan!
So kids, it’s time to strap on the aprons … you don’t want too much mess in the kitchen now do you … get out the beaters and prepare yourself to wrap your luscious lips around the mixing bowl with the Sunbeam mixmasters of lurve, yours truly and mr.Kenneth!
Until next time, take absolute care, play fair and don’t forget to eat your crusts!
They’ve put hairs on Shirl’s chest … no kidding!
laShirl and mr. Kenneth