In which Al jumps on to the food bandwagon
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hamster8 at hotmail.com
Tue Apr 3 12:42:27 UTC 2001
Can I just say that though it is fun to have a good laugh at national
stereotypes, they are all only partly based in truth. To say all
Brits drink warm beer and have potatoes with everything is like
saying all Americans tote guns and drive pick-ups, or all Australians
wear funny hats with corks on, or all South Africans are unbearably
rude, or all Swedes are angst-ridden. I could go on :-)
Nevertheless, it is rather fun, so, my 14 Galleons on the subject
follow immediately ...
1) I hate warm beer. I also hate American beer - which I see
primarily as being concocted to be drunk by the gallon outside during
the summer - ergo is ice cold and has little or no alcohol content
that I can discern. Having said that, most British beer is little
better - Carling is vile, John Smith's is pretty ropey, you'd be
advised to go to Germany and the Czech Republic (home of the original
Budweiser) for a passable drink.
2) I do not have chips with everything. My lunch today consisted of
a rather pleasant garlic & mozarella foccacia, with tomatoes and
onions, sprinkled lightly with ground pepper and olive oil. Dinner
last night was pizza and chips ...
oh ...
darn ...
3) Moving swiftly onwards - I agree with everybody who has spoken up
for small, independent pizza restaurants. Pizza Hut, Pizza Express,
Chicago Pizza Pie etc are all horrible precisely because they are big
faceless corporations who couldn't care less what the punters shove
down their throats. It is perfectly possible to find good pizza in
this country ... I just haven't worked out where yet.
4) Of course, nobody has said anything about kebabs yet - which is
probably a good thing. Probably best eaten at 2.30 am whilst ambling
gently back from a club, when the poor bloke behind the counter at
our local kebab joint suddenly seems amazingly witty. For Americans,
it is traditional in the UK to round off any good night out getting
food poisoning from a badly cooked kebab - indeed, one of my
housemates, an Italian who does a mean pasta sauce, spent four days
off and didn't go to any lectures purely because he ate a dodgy kebab.
5) I'm with Yael on the cheese, and the pitying all Americans
thing ... and virtually every other opinion she's expressed on this
thread so far. So there.
6) Spotted dick is my favourite pudding. For a good recipe, you'd be
advised to check out the Pudding Club of Great Britain, whose recipe
book is to be found at most National Trust and English Heritage gift
shops and visitor centres. If any of them are still open. As we're
in the habit of posting recipes here, I may well track my copy down
and do so.
7) I have never had chips in a Chinese restaurant.
8) I leave you now with an excerpt from 'Notes from a Small Island'
which I think proves the point about potatoes.
"At least it gave me a chance to see the little-known but intriguing
Potato Marketing Board building at Cowley (nr Oxford), into whose car
park I pulled to turn around when I realised I was utterly lost. The
building was a substantial 1960s edifice, four stories high and large
enough, I would have guessed, to accommodate 400 or 500 workers. I
got out to wipe the windscreen with some pages torn from the owner's
manual I found in the glove box, but was soon staring at the
arresting grandeur of the Potato Marketing Board HQ. The scale of it
was quite astounding. How many people does it take to market
potatoes, for goodness' sake? There must be doors in there
marked 'Department of King Edwards' and 'Unusual Toppings Division',
people in white shirts sitting around long tables while some guy with
a flip chart is telling them about exciting plans for the autumn
campaign for Pentland Squires. What a strange, circumscribed
universe they must live in. Imagine devoting the whole of your
working life to edible tubers, losing sleep because someone else was
made no. 2 in Crisps and Reconstituteds, or because the Maris Piper
graph is in a tailspin. Imagine their cocktail parties. It doesn't
bear thinking about."
*Al saunters vaguely westwards*
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