Archdruid: Nobody knows the sorrow I've seen.
Archdruid: How pleasant it is when Beaker Folk live together in harmony.
All: It is like extra-virgin cold-pressed olive oil, drizzled upon Aaron's salad.
Archdruid: Let us say the Misery.
All: Where once we knew where to find the recipes for a complete meal,
Now there is nothing.
I live in a dessert place.
Stir-fried chicken cannot be seen.
Where can I go to find a nice Eggs Florentine?
What is the best method to create a garlic-infused jus?
Where can we get advice from that woman from Luton
With a Yorkshire accent
Who won the Bake-Off?
Surely she has not abandoned us?
Middle-class people wander bereft
Clutching a nice Merlot but knowing not what it goes with.
Where can we find which whisk is which?
Bereft of hope, we wander wearily
And go to JustEat to get a curry in.
Archdruid: The BBC Recipe Website is ended. Go in portions.
All: Fancy a chip?