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I was talking with the landlord (at work in the pub) about Merkins tonight. He is partial, having travelled extensively in America over three decades. I put his age at about 67? Bout the same as my Dad I reckon, but John's a smoker so you never know.
He was telling stories of strange food combinations and I told your story of the pot luck dinner where people were putting your dessert (trifle?) on the same plate as the main course (lasagna?)
He nodded in agreement and we bonded over the strangeness of the American palate. With much love to that country's inhabitants of course.
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