Remember, Remember
Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot.
We see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
It's Guy Fawkes' Day today -- we never miss this. We're not having a bonfire in the backyard, though -- I'm pretty sure they're illegal in Pleasant Hills, and even if they weren't, I'm pretty sure we'd set something important on fire by mistake -- there's not a lot of room back there.
And this year, to our grief, we're not having Toad-in-the-Hole. This is a sad and pitiful thing, cause we all love Toad-in-the-Hole, and I am the Toad-in-the-Hole Queen of America, as long as Delia Smith's not visiting, in which case I am demoted to Toad-in-the-Hole Princess.
But we're not having it, cause we ate up all our British sausages, and nothing else will do. Nothing. Many sausages throughout the world are edible and even excellent, but for Toad-in-the-Hole one needs British sausages. Preferably those sage-and-onion ones.
We used to have some in the freezer -- we had a deal with a friend who's an English ex-pat, and we went halves on a box of frozen British-style sausages from North Carolina. Oh, they were good. They were very, very good. But they were extraordinarily, embarrassingly, expensive. Ours lasted about a year, I think -- we rationed them out for English holidays. Our friend ate his up in about a week. We're considering going in on another box. But what I'd really like is to find some British-style sausages in Pittsburgh, cause it was the shipping that killed us on that box we ordered. The sausages were wrapped up in bubble wrap, and loaded into a styrofoam container along with a bunch of dry ice, and shipped overnight, or by instant messaging, or something, and, well, it was expensive.
But those were some GOOD sausages.
Today, though, no sausages. So we decided to have as near to fish-and-chips as we can get. Not those lovely big planks of hot, crisp fried fish and fat and crispy french fries, all fried to a turn and wrapped up in a newspaper cone, nope, alas. We're using some frozen fish Sam found on sale one week, and a bag of Ore-Ida french fries. Then we said, oh, what the hell, and bought a can of Le Sueur peas.
Don't tell Delia, will ya?
Gunpowder treason and plot.
We see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
It's Guy Fawkes' Day today -- we never miss this. We're not having a bonfire in the backyard, though -- I'm pretty sure they're illegal in Pleasant Hills, and even if they weren't, I'm pretty sure we'd set something important on fire by mistake -- there's not a lot of room back there.
And this year, to our grief, we're not having Toad-in-the-Hole. This is a sad and pitiful thing, cause we all love Toad-in-the-Hole, and I am the Toad-in-the-Hole Queen of America, as long as Delia Smith's not visiting, in which case I am demoted to Toad-in-the-Hole Princess.
But we're not having it, cause we ate up all our British sausages, and nothing else will do. Nothing. Many sausages throughout the world are edible and even excellent, but for Toad-in-the-Hole one needs British sausages. Preferably those sage-and-onion ones.
We used to have some in the freezer -- we had a deal with a friend who's an English ex-pat, and we went halves on a box of frozen British-style sausages from North Carolina. Oh, they were good. They were very, very good. But they were extraordinarily, embarrassingly, expensive. Ours lasted about a year, I think -- we rationed them out for English holidays. Our friend ate his up in about a week. We're considering going in on another box. But what I'd really like is to find some British-style sausages in Pittsburgh, cause it was the shipping that killed us on that box we ordered. The sausages were wrapped up in bubble wrap, and loaded into a styrofoam container along with a bunch of dry ice, and shipped overnight, or by instant messaging, or something, and, well, it was expensive.
But those were some GOOD sausages.
Today, though, no sausages. So we decided to have as near to fish-and-chips as we can get. Not those lovely big planks of hot, crisp fried fish and fat and crispy french fries, all fried to a turn and wrapped up in a newspaper cone, nope, alas. We're using some frozen fish Sam found on sale one week, and a bag of Ore-Ida french fries. Then we said, oh, what the hell, and bought a can of Le Sueur peas.
Don't tell Delia, will ya?
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