[T]he food platters look nice, but what are those round brown things on the end of the plate? They look like miniature Yorkshire puddings or something else. Suspicious given the topics of your last few blogs.
Dianne – they are pork pies: thick, inedible pastry filled with gross cuts of pork (maybe) and a disgusting jelly. They are a popular British snack, particularly at parties.
The Hub and I went sandwich ingredient shopping the day before Pseu came. The Hub spotted some scotch eggs.
HUB: Let’s get some scotch eggs.
TLH: Scotch eggs! I’m not buying scotch eggs! She’ll think we’re good northern stock.
HUB: We are good northern stock.
TLH: Yes, but we don’t have to boast about it. Anyway, when have we ever eaten scotch eggs?
HUB: I love scotch eggs!
TLH: You never eat them!
HUB: You never buy them. There’s a difference.
TLH: I’m not buying them now, either.
We settled for pork pies – a more refined northern delicacy.
Pseu ate one.
I didn’t; I don’t like them. I may be of good northern stock , but I have taste.