Brains!

Blood

custard, junket, rice pudding, sago

What is Sago?
It's a brand of stuffing mix over here.

Mincemeat.
Both sorts.

Jose Cuervo

In Europe, tequila is not recognised as one of the five food groups.
Damned bureaucrats.

Sago is like tapioca. Only smaller I think? Or bigger? We use both here. Yummy.

you southerners weren't forcefed sago pudding at school? you got lucky. -was a halfway house beteen tapioca and semolina.

-leaving only two desserts per week with any chance of being palatable



:vomitblu:

No. We used to have various coloured sponges with the same coloured sauce on top.
Note - not differently flavoured.
They were particularly dense, I think they use them in children's play areas now.

Oddly enough, I came across them again on holiday in Cuba.

Ooooo!

Yaknow what I want? I want to go to Betty's and have a Victorian Sponge!!

I want that b/c Kate Atkinson made me want it.

I've never been there.
Been past it though (went to a trade fair in Harrogate, so my time wasn't my own)

TripAdvisor considers it over-rated, but then you get some right moaning minnies on there.
The kind of people that tell you not to have a glass of wine sitting in St Mark's Square, Venice because it will cost you the price of a meal elsewhere. Right. That's like saying I should get the number 4 bus into Aylesbury town centre rather than a flight to Venice, because one is cheaper than the other.

It's all about the setting, baby.

That's what I think,too. Plus, I'm a sucker for doing really touristy things.

When we are lucky enough to be in the French Quarter my sister and I have beignets and chicory coffee every morning. Powdered sugar coats our lungs for weeks! And you can't go to NOLA without having a Hurricane at Pat O'Brians. It's the only place where one drink put me on my ass.



Maybe someday you could make a trek to Betty's and photo the food for us!

I LOVE when you do that!

:)

Dana's more likely to do that - wrong part of the world for me.
But of course if I can, I will.

And yes, I had wine in St Marks Square (knowing what it would cost in advance).
And a Bellini in Harry's Bar (Venice).
And a cocktail at the Old Winter Palace in Luxor (Egypt) as well as a balloon flight across the Valley of the Kings.
And climbed the bell tower in Siena.
And had space cake in Amsterdam.

I'm all for tourist traditions.
But I read up on them obsessively before I leave, to make sure I know the cost and the pros and cons. Hence visiting the Bijenkorf (Amsterdam's poshest store) but not buying an expensive cakie; buying two in the pattiserie close to my hotel instead.
And standing up at the counter to eat calzone in Rome with a glass of rough red wine rather than going somewhere with a menu printed in English.
And taking a tuk-tuk in Sri Lanka to a local store, knowing I would be fleeced. And I was. I was over-charged by at least 50p. But I had a great afternoon buying traditional Sri Lankan goods and local spirits to take back home. And great memories.

Damn. I miss travelling.
Still, Cardiff already this year. And Glasgow.
And Glasgow again in December.
And those are cities well worth visiting.

When you come to visit me, we'll go to Aberystwyth [Ab-er-WRIST-with].
Although I have to force-feed you a diet of Malcolm Pryce first.
(seriously girl - start with Aberystwyth Mon Amour. They're nothing like Kate Atkinson but they are amazing)
We'll eat whelks and play the slot machines and fart and be old crones.

YAY!

I want to go to there!!!


I will start looking for Mr. Pryce this very weekend.


and thanks for the phonetic pronunciation. I don't want to be called out on a shibboleth.

;)

I haven't been anywhere in over a year. :(

We'll stay where I did for my 30th birthday, in Dolgellau.
I picked up a hitchhiker on my way into Portmeirion, and finally learned how to pronounce the name of the place I was staying. Doll-GETH-hlee.

Oh, yes.
It's that Portmeirion.