Q for the ex pat Brits here.

Wity

Wity

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Okay it's off topic but i reckon it's the best place for the opinion of Brits that have joined the ranks of the colonials.


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Read this..

Take a rasher and a half of thick sliced middle cut bacon with the rind left on , fry it in lard. Then fry a jumbo sized egg thats as golden as the sun. Place on two thick hand sliced pieces of fresh bloomer white bread, add some brown sauce (essential) and some tinned toms (optional).
Finish off with a mug of proper tea the way yer mum made it

Okay the question is....

After drooling over that which is nigh impossible to get over there how long before you think of booking a flight back to blighty?
 
Had to google barm cake (floury cob to me) to find your perhaps a geordie?

How did you end up in Vancouver, take a wrong turn on the Jarrow march?
 
Just thinking about a bacon butty makes my stomach want to grow. Thanks, I worked hard on losing all that weight and now look at what you did!
 
Ah Wigan eh? One of the biggest regrets in my life is that I never went to a northern soul all nighter at Wigan casino.

Anothers eating a bacon n egg sarnie with buttered bread. Bloody orrid it was. Dip it in the lard and dont worry about the calories, add a few slices of fried pigs pud and it'll be enough to last you all day.

Thats another i bet you miss, Pigs Puddin. :D
 
I hate you :)

Actually we already have our flight booked for December as we are going to the Mosconi Cup in London and will also be staying with my parents in Newhaven, East Sussex before that. I am looking forward to my Dad's breakfast, Sausage or Bacon, Black Pudding, Egg and Toast.

I have already told them the first night we are there, it's off to the Viceroy Indian Restaurant, second is Toad in the Hole, third is Roast Lamb and Mint Sauce. Brenda also wants to fit in Fish and Chips from Trawlermens at Denton Corner.

OMG I'm starting to drool :grin:
 
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Wow, I had blocked out all memories of deep fried toast until now. Thanks for that. :p
 
hehehehe last time i did a thread like this a few years ago on a pc race sim board i mentioned faggots and mushy peas and grey peas and bacon bits both black country favourites and virtually unheard of outside the UK I then had a guy in Germany asking about the origins of faggots as his village in Germany loved them but 5 miles down the road they were unheard of.

Turned out his village was a coal mining village and years back they had many a welsh coalminer emigrate there as did we here with the industrial revolution.
 
We can actually get a bit of stuff in our local Publix supermarket now, they stock Salad Cream, Branston Pickle, Mushy Peas, Custard, Colemans Mustard, Pataks Curry Sauces, McVities, Cadburys, Galaxy and a few other things. Nice not having to go to a specialist store and pay out the wazooo for them.

OMG Faggots, I haven't had those in many years, we used to be able to get em down South (Brighton) but got harder and harder to find as more and more Butchers shops closed until they just disappeared.

We actually have the Highland Games coming to Atlanta in October, where I will stock up on my supplies of good sausages, black pudding, haggis, cornish pasties, bridies, other pies and sausage rolls.

Wity you are such a tease:grin: !
 
Last year my wife and I stayed with a family for a while outside of Rome - the mom was Italian and bought the lard from a local butcher and the dad was Scottish and make it with the bread indoors, on the kitchen counter, in a custom-made fireplace.

I had never had anything like lard on bread before and would kill to eat it again. As a guy from the US my first impression was that it couldn't possibly be good but ... good lord... that stuff is amazing.

We spent two years before that in NZ and Australia, and a bit of time in Ireland, but I won't consider that enough experience to fully chime in on chip butties and bangers and mash... ... I will leave it to suffice that the American impression that food in the UK is substandard is inaccurate at best. I loved it (and its antipodean offshoots).
 
The beauty of being divorced is that you not only eat what you want but cook it to your own preference too, no more dinner at x o clock hungry or not, no more lumpy gravy, and you say farewell forever to horrid things she liked such as sprouts.

I'll cook a traditional sunday joint most weekends but i only manage to make it into a gravy dinner about 1 in 4 times. Once that beefs cooked out comes a thick crust of white bread and it gets dipped in all that lovely brown hot dripping, bit of salt, and a pint of beer or a pint of milk even and a chunk of the beef and i'm in heaven.

Every time i do it i say to myself dont have a piece of dip Steve, you'll have tastier roasters and better dripping for a sarny later but it's so bloody hard to resist, Before the days out i've had that 3 or 4 times it's 11 at night theres no dip/dripping left and i aint even peeled a spud.

Ah well, me muscles aint rock hard but my arteries sure am :D
 
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