Is "pico" a taco made out of picayune?
Dale
It's spotted? Anything like England's Spotted Dick?
DMH
i've come 29. It looks like Dale and Barrett the full pico. Destiny
appears to be rising on the horizon and solidifying for the next 50, but
who's to say...?
-j
that risks scrubbing the spots off, but the taste might be cleaner.
Spotted Dick
12 Ounce self-raising flour, sifted, plus extra for sprinkling
5 Ounce shredded vegetable or beef suet
4 Ounce caster sugar, plus extra for sprinkling
6 Ounce currants
custard to serve
In a large bowl mix the flour, suet, sugar, currants and 12 fl.oz. water
to a
soft dough. Shape into a long sausage and wrap in greaseproof paper.
Fill a pan
that is large enough to take the dough sausage, allowing room to expand,
with
water. Bring to the boil. Dip a clean tea towel in hot water, wring it
out and
sprinkle it with flour. Roll up the pudding loosely in the cloth and tie
at each
end. Place the pudding in the pan and simmer for 2 hours. Remove the
tea towel
and greaseproof paper, sprinkle with sugar and serve warm with custard.
I am a crimson pickle?
DMH
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> dale houstman wrote:
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> > john adams <gala...@aol.com> wrote in message
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Actually thanks. I was born in England and had heard of this British dish,
but didn't really know what it was. I had assumed (given English
proclivities) that it was the bloated member of some sheep filled with
coagulated blood. You know: a typical breakfast item!
DMH
Ah... the Haggis with tatties and neeps... Ah, the memories... the memories...
dale houstman wrote:
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> elag <el...@concentric.net> wrote in message
"dale houstman" <dm...@mindspring.com> wrote in message
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what do ewe imagine we eat fer breakfast?
The psychic on the wall nodded
as the flower drooped from his pocket like overflowing burnt sand.
The psychic painted my moves on the wall,
left and right I slid through the pine boards diagonally.
Flowery wallpaper screams and meanders to the north,
but I don't mind, this sandpaper desert suits me like a glove.
_
Yak fur and kayak ruffy?
DMH
>
>
tea
Bangers n' mash
Black tea
crumpets and fried bread
Orange tea
porridge and black pudding
Bergamot tea
Double Devon clotted cream and marmy
Pekoe tea
tomatos and kidneys
Assam tea
Lovely jellified eels
tea
I love tea, especially oolong. My mother used to give me (very milky) tea in
my baby bottle.
> Bangers n' mash
Nothing wrong with bangers n' mash!
> Black tea
Yup...
> crumpets and fried bread
It's not that easy to get crumpets in the States (besides specialty stores),
and I can't say fried bread really beckons my poor heart much. But toast!
There's a food item to be reckoned with. When I am feeling ill a cup of tea
and toast with butter pretty much is all I need.
> Orange tea
Yup...
> porridge and black pudding
When I revisited England last year, I ordered black pudding for breakfast.
Both my "familiar" and the lovely older woman who served us disparaged this
treat, but I rather thought it decent with egg yolk.
> Bergamot tea
Yup...
> Double Devon clotted cream and marmy
Delish!
> Pekoe tea
Yup...
> tomatos and kidneys
Had this too much to my "familiar's" consernation. Enjoyed it.
> Assam tea
Yup...
> Lovely jellified eels
This I can't speak for, but I know avoidance comes to mind.
> tea
Always!
Lyon's Golden Syrup on buttered bread
Bubble n' squeak
Treacle
All-Sorts
Steak n' kidney pie
Beans for breakfast
DMH
(I'm not a food item, in particular!)
lace, black and red. fluff, curling to the red crescent.
munch, munch. mmmn, good breakfast.
god, no wonder the brits have heart/circulatory/bad teeth/farting
problems
except pour moi, naturellement!
It's true, isn't it?
Me? -I eat neighborhood children on slabs of office manager...
DMH
Aye, too much of a dreadful clash. Office managers go well with glam
rockers sans big hair i find.
Well - they're only the choicest office managers' neighborhood children...
DMH
So, you were a "caffeine baby".
> > Bangers n' mash
>
> Nothing wrong with bangers n' mash!
If you don't ask too many questions...
>
> > porridge and black pudding
>
> When I revisited England last year, I ordered black pudding for breakfast.
> Both my "familiar" and the lovely older woman who served us disparaged this
> treat, but I rather thought it decent with egg yolk.
Also, with beans, or in Germany with Potatos & Red Sauerkraut.
>
> > Lovely jellified eels
>
> This I can't speak for, but I know avoidance comes to mind.
Well, I do prefer eel sushi, or sliced eel on buttered toast (the
"Amsterdam Treat!").
>
> > tea
>
> Always!
The best thing about tea is that you can make it by boiling nearly
anything... even beef!
>
> Bubble n' squeak
That's a new one on me... with a name like that I'm almost forced to try
it.
>
> Treacle
With brimstone, of course...
>
> All-Sorts
What?
> DMH
> (I'm not a food item, in particular!)
I suppose you COULD be.
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Before you buy.
Truly, although with the sugar and milk in it I was more apt to get the
usual British teeth than any nervous demeanour...
> > Nothing wrong with bangers n' mash!
>
> If you don't ask too many questions...
NEVER ask too many questions...
> porridge and black pudding
> >
> > When I revisited England last year, I ordered black pudding for
breakfast.
> > Both my "familiar" and the lovely older woman who served us disparaged
this
> > treat, but I rather thought it decent with egg yolk.
>
> Also, with beans, or in Germany with Potatos & Red Sauerkraut.
Yes, all quite fine. Every once in awhile I get a real hankering for beans
and eggs and buttered toast with tea. It drives my "familiar" up the wall,
but it's quite tasty!
> Lovely jellified eels
> >
> This I can't speak for, but I know avoidance comes to mind.
>
> Well, I do prefer eel sushi, or sliced eel on buttered toast (the
> "Amsterdam Treat!").
I had sushi in New York City once; nothing here or there about it. The most
memorable event that night was the fact that my companion spoke fluent
Japanese (although he is the usual "white man") and he listened to and
translated all the (rather awful) insults the Japanese regulars were
speaking about us. When we got up to leave, he said "goodbye and thank you
for your courtesy" in Japanese. It really ruined their evening! You could
tell they were mortified by their faux pas (to get French on you...)
> The best thing about tea is that you can make it by boiling nearly
> anything... even beef!
This is true, but I call all that stuff "infusions." I like the infusion of
the tea plant...
> > Bubble n' squeak
> That's a new one on me... with a name like that I'm almost forced to try
> it.
It's a gorgeous name, and simply refers to the usual boiled potatoes with
cabbage. The name is onamonapeaic you see! It's plain but filling...
> >
> > Treacle
>
> With brimstone, of course...
My mother tells of making chewing gum by adding sugar to hot asphalt! The
English are seriously odd...
>
> > All-Sorts
>
> What?
It's candy: my mother sends a can every Christmas: various licorice chewies,
the most iconic being a "sandwich" made from licorice and two "slices" of
brightly-colored sugar candy.
> > DMH
> > (I'm not a food item, in particular!)
>
>
> I suppose you COULD be.
That possibility (ask the Donners) always exists, but (despite Dali's
confusion of his wife with a pork chop) I prefer to keep such thoughts at a
sade (inedible) distance...
DMH
Delicatessan Minus Humans
Yeah! I thought it exceedingly awful myself. Needless to say, I haven't
tried it myself...
My ex-wife told me that her mother used to spoon-feed the kids VapoRub as a
curative!
The world is full of such marvels!!!
> >
> > > > DMH
> > > > (I'm not a food item, in particular!)
> > >
> > >
> > > I suppose you COULD be.
>
> He IS listed on the menu afterall.
Three times in fact!
Entree: Cold Dale Soup with Scallions
Main Course: Boiled Leg of Dale with Cheese Sauce
Dessert: Dale and Currant Tart
DMH
I'm so piquant and piqued.
(I hear I'm good with pine nuts and lefsa)
DMH
If the others don't give you 'english teeth', surely a mouthful of sugar
and a ball of hot cement would manage the trick?
> >
> > > All-Sorts
> >
> > What?
>
> It's candy: my mother sends a can every Christmas: various licorice chewies,
> the most iconic being a "sandwich" made from licorice and two "slices" of
> brightly-colored sugar candy.
>
> > > DMH
> > > (I'm not a food item, in particular!)
> >
> >
> > I suppose you COULD be.
He IS listed on the menu afterall.
>
> That possibility (ask the Donners) always exists, but (despite Dali's
> confusion of his wife with a pork chop) I prefer to keep such thoughts at a
> sade (inedible) distance...
>
> DMH
> Delicatessan Minus Humans
Yes, that is the entree. Which reminds me of the movie "the cook, the
barber...the something something or other" movie that i found rather
drab, atleast at the time, where at the end a man is prepared as the
entree for a posh british crowd.
um, dunno. the uk's fav. dish is now curry, apparently
>
>Me? -I eat neighborhood children on slabs of office manager...
>
just thru interest, which is the most indigestible <in case the trend
catches on here>
the british mums used to rub goose or beef dripping on their children's
chests if they had a bad cold (and then wrap their chests with cloth, to
keep the grease in).
anyone know why this was done? i read the explanation once (and it
appeared to be somewhat logical), then forgot it.
or was this motherly act merely an example of accomplished surrealism?
P.
Not to be too indelicate: but "Raw John" doesn't sound appetizing AT ALL!
DMH
I hear i'm good with the squirrels and pidgeons. But, when it come's
down to eaten time, i'd prefer being munched down raw, like a scene from
'Ravenous'.
john
The raw purity of john was rarely pureed
and a jaunt to the john seldom happened
But it smelled like a pipe-bomb made out of suede
And I had to assume it had crappened.
.
Angels eat raw john, while demons like baked
Preferring the crispy to the flaccid or caked
.
Damn the zucchini!
Vulpine Ahab...
DMH
The drooling dogs of the farmer in dale
purred, like a muzzled log tog on the fire,
a cannibal patiently kept to the briar,
where surging moans once quietly did swell.
the angels nightly wept
for from apples to zuchinini
contained all things in between except
john, aka captain ahab franklin brigadere general houdini
-pappy p. crappinsmere
"It isn't drool!" the dogs declared,
"Or the sweat of a belabored rhesus.
It's simply a diluted form
of the blood of Baby Jesus.
We use it to dissolve desire
and break it down to aching
which we inject into meat pies.
which Mother Mary's baking."
> purred, like a muzzled log tog on the fire,
Sheik camel hampers, or a Trojan horse purse?
> a cannibal patiently kept to the briar,
> where surging moans once quietly did swell.
Surging moans were heard in the merging zones
>
> the angels nightly wept
> for from apples to zuchinini
> contained all things in between except
> john, aka captain ahab franklin brigadere general houdini
According to Cardinal Sento (A.D. 607) angels were capable of discering only
three things in the material world: nipples, the vulva, and the penis. This
made them perfect for what today is known as "border patrol" but (in Sento's
day and country) was thought of as a "sprectral gate" against offense. So
what could angels know of fruits and vegetables. Unless...
No - best not to speak in front of the proctor and the beadle...
DMH
DMH
>> purred, like a muzzled log tog on the fire,
>Sheik camel hampers, or a Trojan horse purse?
No!
> a cannibal patiently kept to the briar,
> where surging moans once quietly did swell.
>>Surging moans were heard in the merging zones
>
> the angels nightly wept
> for from apples to zuchinini
> contained all things in between except
> john, aka captain ahab franklin brigadere general houdini
>>According to Cardinal Sento (A.D. 607) angels were capable of discering
>only
>three things in the material world: nipples, the vulva, and the penis. >This
>made them perfect for what today is known as "border patrol" but (in
>Sento's
>day and country) was thought of as a "sprectral gate" against offense. >So
>what could angels know of fruits and vegetables. Unless...
>No - best not to speak in front of the proctor and the beadle...
>DMH
According to the Great Esdebano Santos, his son was all three of these
things: nipple-vulva-penis (in that order, without exception!). The
angels immediately upon recognizing these Christled him the Twin Star
Tiger of Allegiance and gave him the special medallion, which he later
verified was indeed of gumball dispenser origin. He officially died
living vicariously among the Puman Incas as chief in charge of blood
letting rituals, although his vulva and nipples were mysteriously never
found.
john
Godthing, lend us your immense penis hands, the labyrinth baby of Jesus,
Jonas, that spewed a lake of scintillating acid across the town of
Pensipule, near Pompei (approx. 40km), has now melted our asses and they
are no longer of use to the men and women of this ever loving land! For
God's sakes, the horses have been impregnated with the monstrous gel
beanie babies that glow in the dark when hung upside down and i feel
like i could eat a frigging swamp taco!
john