Well darling, thank you so much for watching the season with us. I’m sorry to say that this is our finale episode. In the wise words of someone “all good things must come to an end” here we are darling…until next time. We shall rise again and be back darling like a feathered phoenix from the kitchen ashes and things, but in the meantime please sit back and enjoy the last 5 minute episode of the season. In the meantime we shall continue on the upwards #trending ladder so please follow us on twitter @feathersntoast FB https://www.facebook.com/feathersandtoast youtube https://www.youtube.com/user/feathersandtoast
Thank you so much for watching, Happy Holidays darling one and all!
Hope this finds you well and enjoying turkey sandwiches and plentiful slices of pie and such. Speaking of pie darling this weeks episode features the humble pie and the poached egg…as well as the return of Marge, the feathered cabaret dancer and the mime from Burbank.
This is it darling. The Left Handed Sandwich episode, which promises to rebalance your head and generally bring you into a calm, balanced state of mind. There’s a lot to be said for a little challenge when making a sandwich darling to be honest.
Hope this finds you well and not too chilly. I feel obliged to warn you that this teaser is a little dramatic and pertains to rather extreme situations which will become clear on Saturdays episode. So pull up your popcorn and get ready for a 45 second insight into Tallulah and her plans.
Well to be perfectly frank darling, what began as a simple melodrama in black and white of the making of a tomato soup sandwich descended into something rather unpleasant. In the ratings race, is there really no limits to what must be sacrificed in the name of twitter follower numbers?
Brace yourself for a dramatic turn in events this week. All I’ll say is that there is an authentic sandwich recipe from the 1920s and there is a can of tomato soup…and there is, to be honest, quite a lot of dramatic sadness and things.
Hope this finds you well and enjoying the fall leaves and such. This week I am afraid to say that I am ambushed totally caught unawares by a French scantily clad cancan dancer. If such an idea terrifies you then please proceed with this teaser with extreme caution.
Hope yesterday was filled to the brim with all manner of pumpkins, ghosts and other such macabre things.Whilst recovering from bobbing from apples, why not discover your inner self and how many mimes it really does take to stew a pot of rhubarb?
Hope this finds you and your carved pumpkins well and suitably alarmed looking. We are on the brink of breaking all manner of world wide records for how many mimes one can fit into ones kitchen darling and if you have a mere 30 seconds or so you can see for yourself what that would look like.