I am passionate about a great many things.
Sex, Star Wars… actually films in general, sex, music, motorbikes, books, sex, poker, alcohol, sex and last but not least FOOD. (Oh and in case I didn’t mention it… sex).
I recently dedicated a post to the great art of making sandwiches sooooo big they become a challenge to actually fit in ones mouth. To continue this theme I would like to champion the much maligned (unfairly I think) art of cooking British style.
British chefs do have knockers (but there are plenty of male chefs too… eh… nudge, nudge) particularly those from the USA which is surprising really considering that America is the home of everything fast, cheap and tacky (McDonalds, chilli dogs on sticks, Britney Spears etc…). The French, who claim to be the best at cuisine (and everything else for that matter) have long derided our Yorkshire puddings and fish & chips, this coming from a nation of frog eaters. Some countries eat worms, bugs and spiders…. eeewww. Germany fought two world wars in an attempt to turn Britain into a nation of sausage sucking sauerkraut eaters but we prevailed.
And so, to celebrate good old British fayre I bring you three national institutions.
Number 1… The great British breakfast fry up.
Fat gut inducing, yes… artery clogging, certainly… the best way to start the day, hell yes especially when accompanied by a cup of tea and a round of fried bread.
Number 2… Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding.
with roast potatoes and gravy… bring it on.
And finally…
Number 3… Shepherds pie (not made with real shepherds)
A real treat of minced beef, onions and vegetable topped off with creamy mashed potatoes.
Now if you are looking at the above with disgust all I can say is don’t knock it until you try it and just be thankful I didn’t mention the spotted dick.
