The wearing of the red, white and blue. Or not.
April 23 was St. George's Day. But I don't need to tell you that, right? Unless you celebrated so heavily that you're only just waking up. Woo! A crazy time, what with everyone wearing "Kiss me, I'm English" shirts and the Chicago River dyed red, white and blue, and local politicians mentioning ancestors who fought at the Battle of Hastings, and all the bars offering half-price pints of sausage rolls?
Oh, right, that didn't happen.
You'd think the pubs, at least, would jump on the bandwagon, given that there are few other promotional excuses between St Patrick's Day and Cinco de Mayo. Though perhaps the day's timing isn't great in Massachusetts, following as it does on the heels of Patriots' Day.
In England, until recently, patriotism and nationalism were a little too closely intertwined; for some, the Union flag had symbolism similar to the Confederate flag over here. But the tide is turning, largely because English pubs have realized there might be a bob or two in it.
At LimeyG headquarters, of course, we were already prepared.
Breakfast: Heinz baked beans on toast (topped with my new obsession, Seaside cheddar).
Lunch: cheese and pickle sandwiches. Has to be Branston Pickle.
Dinner: shepherd's pie.
We'd planned to crack open a tin of Heinz treacle sponge pudding, but the temperature had been in the very un-English high seventies all day, and somehow a bowl of dense, sweet cake topped with hot custard just wasn't as appealing.
Oh well, I guess we can always save that for next year's debauched festivities.
Oh, right, that didn't happen.
You'd think the pubs, at least, would jump on the bandwagon, given that there are few other promotional excuses between St Patrick's Day and Cinco de Mayo. Though perhaps the day's timing isn't great in Massachusetts, following as it does on the heels of Patriots' Day.
In England, until recently, patriotism and nationalism were a little too closely intertwined; for some, the Union flag had symbolism similar to the Confederate flag over here. But the tide is turning, largely because English pubs have realized there might be a bob or two in it.
At LimeyG headquarters, of course, we were already prepared.
Breakfast: Heinz baked beans on toast (topped with my new obsession, Seaside cheddar).
Lunch: cheese and pickle sandwiches. Has to be Branston Pickle.
Dinner: shepherd's pie.
We'd planned to crack open a tin of Heinz treacle sponge pudding, but the temperature had been in the very un-English high seventies all day, and somehow a bowl of dense, sweet cake topped with hot custard just wasn't as appealing.
Oh well, I guess we can always save that for next year's debauched festivities.
Labels: custard, food, sandwich, seaside cheddar
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