The best breakfast in the world is a pasty smothered in brown gravy and a few soft fried eggs on top.
Yes, I share your doubts about discarding the pastry bit. I can see why it might be thought a good idea but as you say, it’s food. Doing a physically demanding job, those miners would do well to eat the whole thing.
OK, possibly when you get to the end pastry bits that are quite` dirty, you might want to leave that last bit or give it as an offering to the spirits/gods/whatever, but the pastry is part and parcel of the pasty. Those miners would not be worrying about a low carbohydrate diet, or caring what Gwyneth Paltrow* says.
- also, if they were all cleverly constructing time machines, they probably would choose not to be working down in the mines.
:eek: If you say so. But you’d have to be very wide awake to eat all that.
And feeling awake at breakfast is just wrong. It’s important to be just un-awake enough to go on with the day - dash for the train or bus to a workplace of great misery.
Has the thread discussed Forfar birdies yet?
Uh, did you mean Forfar bridies?
ETA: Oh, I get it: “savoury duck”, “Forfar birdie”. Good one.
If I’m making a recipe from a different cuisine or from a particular chef, then I follow their amounts. That way it tastes different from what I normally cook, and more like how they meant it to taste. Gives some variety to my cooking. When I’m telling my kids how to cook something, it’s useful to give them some measurements too. When people are inexperienced, they really have no idea how much ‘seems right’.
The antecedent is of course savory duck. Now if you had leapt in to berate me for not writing “savoury duck” I would have understood.
I can’t deny that I’m feeling just a tiny bit of pleasure and payback here, for all the “confusing part [to me] is what x,y, and z have to do with each other” which I have encountered and felt in untold posts by you on matters physical.
And in such situations, I, dear Chronos, you whose posted musings I always have enjoyed and will continue to do so, never had the chutzpah to assert that what you wrote made no sense.
Now, I presume, you know what they have to do with each other.
So savory ducks use things? I would have thought that they’d mostly be on the passive end of any verb: They get made, they get seasoned, they get cooked, they get eaten.
And if you ever think that anything I write doesn’t make sense, please, tell me, that I may clarify.
Are there any sources for these in Chicago?
FTR, since this just was posted (prep vid):