It was there, it went in the microwave and then in the Faerie. What could be simpler? Besides, I’s one of those awkward vegematarians so none of that fry-up for me.
And no, I don’t call myself English. I’m Cornish!
Really, you don’t want to know.
Boy, you guys sure eat a lot for breakfast!
It is in the rules that you should eat black pudding at least once before finding out what it is made of. It tastes way, way better than you would think.
We don’t ordinarily pack away that much, but just once in a while…
Ooooh, blood sausage. Good stuff, good stuff.
Absolutely right! My son was introduced to black pudding at about eight years of age, and loved it. Adored it. Right until the second his mother told him what it was made of. :smack:
For those unfortunate enough not to have tried it, good black pudding, properly cooked, has a firm, slightly moist texture and slightly rich, somewhat delicate, meaty flavour. Hard to describe - as Frank Zappa once nearly said, “Writing about black pudding is like dancing about architecture”.
Can anyone remember which ancient comedy had the immortal line, spoken by a nostalgic Lancastrian about his memories of the quality black pudding of his youth: “even the white bits were black”?
According to section 4 sub para 9b of the gourmet guide to British scran:
Ahem:
black pudding shall be consumed as often as is possible when having breakfast.
Barrington That sounds like a Les Dawson quote to me
There’s a fish-and-chips shop here called Oh My Cod! owned and operated by a very friendly Englishman. He’s set up near the main backpacker tourist area of Khao San Road – although not ON the road itself, a couple blocks away – and he offers a great Hangover Special: A big British breakfast complete with a Bloody Mary.