I've gotta chip in - what is it with the obsession with bacon!? It's always been far too salty for me, or maybe it's just British bacon... The only time I actually enjoyed bacon was ones I got from someone who made and sell their own and owned their own minature farm, flavoured with apples/cider or something. Now that was goooood. ETA: I don't think the Czechs have bacon! (not traditionally anyway and it's hard to find in the supermarkets)
I don't get the obsession with bacon either, @Mckk. Drives me a little bonkers really. Back to the original post: I have a birthmark shaped like a four-leaf clover on my ankle that only shows up when I tan.
That actually sounds pretty awesome! Let's see... a fact about me. A lot of you know I was born in HK and picked my own English name by now I think. But what you probably don't know is... I nearly called myself Kitty after Hello Kitty Thankfully my parents speak English and obviously knew this wasn't the greatest name on earth. My mum convinced me not to go for it by saying, "It's cute now 'cause you're 8. But when you're 30, do you really still want to be Kitty?" I actually picked the name I have because it fitted in with my mum's only 2 criterias: 1. I can spell it on my own (it's rather short) 2. I can pronounce it on my own lol (didn't speak English back then)
One more: I'm pagan! Kind of. I guess my beliefs fall more along the lines of New Age... But the term comes with such a negative stigma, so I just say pagan and call it a day.
Bacon is one of those things that I get a craving for, then immediately regret eating cause I feel like a fat bastard immediately afterwards.
There was a Panorama (sensible BBC documentary) in the 50's (I think) that reported that spaghetti grew on trees on April the first. It was believed by many people.
Also, speaking of bacon, I utterly detest ham cooked in any way that leaves it that ungodly pink color. Virginia baked ham is just a plate-full of disgusting to me.
It's taken me ages to admit this, even to myself, but the type of bacon you put in a butty and buy in plastic carries, I don't care much for it. Honestly, a bacon butty is better with fried mushrooms and onion - now those are the stuff! I also don't much like tea. In fact I find most instant teas are garbage. Leads me to be very ever so unsure of someone when they equate tea with Britain because it's an English thing.
I know not what a butty is. I was forced to take dancing lessons when I was young. I didn't much care for it, and I absolutely hate dancing, but as a PE-teacher, it has turned out to be useful on several occasions.
One of these: I had thought about moving to the Americas one day, but if you guys don't have buttys then the marrage is off. Please tell me you guys have stotties at least?
@Lemex Yes.. we have stotties and buttys- don't ask where now, when you get here they'll find you.... ... what are stotties?
It's like a bread cake - I need to bring British cooking to you guys. I'll bring everything, black pudding, peas pudding, spotted dick, steak and ale pie, sunday's dinners, haggis, the lot! The stottie:
@Lemex, once again you aren't very informative. (I still remember when I asked how to pronounce your screen name and you said Le-mex, as if that helped.) I see that it's a sandwich. I see that it has bacon on it. So, is any burger bun with bacon automatically a "butty"? What defines a "butty"? Information, man! That's all we ask! Don't leave us hanging! Oh, and like @kfmiller, I wonder what a "stottie" is.
I think it's just British slang for a bacon sandwich really, but it has to be in burger bread like that. If it's just in two cut slices of a loaf it's not a butty.
That's news to me, mind you - I've met people who don't consider it a butty if it hasn't got brown or red source lavished all over it.
Not sure we need something called "spotted dick" - it sounds like a venereal disease. No matter. Our hoagies and grinders will out-sandwich your butties any day of the week! Probably! Though I do have to say that you guys can make great meat pies. Steak and kidney pie was a bit of a revelation to me, as was its junior cousin, steak and mushroom pie. Unfortunately, around where I live, there are NO BRITISH PUBS!! We had a selection of them up in Victoria, BC, but there are none here in the San Fernando Fucking Wasteland Valley.
