Jo and I played tennis in the kitchen last night. I didn't know how skilled we were.
We skillfully, fluently, gently and flawlessly batted the freshly baked naan bread, repeatedly between us....straight into the bin...............using nothing more than a baking tray and a plate.
Ok. It wasn't planned or scripted. And the naan bread did look tasty......still, once the tears had stopped flowing, and we'd stopped laughing. We enjoyed the curry we'd made....which we didn't help serve up
Andy B
The bin was abouy a foot away from where we managed to accidentally lose our naan bread from...