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This week is proving to be a bit crazy, but it may — and I stress may; I don’t want to get ahead of myself, events, or the vengeful Fates which seem to be in constant pursuit lately — lead to some actual work.  Time will (shortly, I hope) tell.  Meanwhile, enjoy some juvenile tittering over Old Albion foodstuffs from a U.K. import shop I wandered into last night.

“Don’t pay her.”  Oh wait — that’s not the right set-up…

It’s both a Delightful Taste of Home, and a sign that your bedbug problem may be getting out of hand.

They mean…to win…Wimbledon!

UPDATE:  Our good friend heydave reminds me that I am not “the only one who uses his cell phone camera at the grocery store!”  And he provides irrefutable evidence that there are indeed other people who take an infantile delight in certain labels:

Kids Come Runnin’ for the Great Taste of Polygons!

Extra Vertices Mean Extra Crunch!

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As the kids say, OMG!… I actually know and love that Python reference. It was going through my head even before I scrolled down to your comment, I add smugly.

I still think the best name for a British…comestible, because it’s really unfair to food to call it food…is toad in the hole.

I can’t help but hear Ride of the Valkyries when I eat Angels on Horseback.

Straight from the caribbean market near my house to you: Grace Brand Spicy Cock Flavoured Soup Mix (1.7 oz).

I’m betting Guess That Flavor is more interesting at the Asian market, but maybe not as much fun.

“Mmmm, that’s familiar, somehow… I think it’s either bangers or spotted dick.”

Spotted Dick Pudding. They only thing I can come up with that wouldn’t insult Pastor Swank is that some old guy they called ‘Spotted Dick’ made a kick ass pudding and contrary to advice, named it after his nickname. He now lives with untold wealth but in seclusion…you know, the spots and all.

My spouse has just informed me that Spotted Dick is properly served with Hard Sauce.

You know, for a nation of people who have sex with their socks on, those Brits sure seem to have a sense of humor with their food names.

So Scott, were you giggling as you snapped the pictures and the proprietess rolled her eyes? And if so let’s TOTALLY HANG OUT because I’m of the same ilk.

I don’t actually know what spotted dick is. Not sure if I want to ruin the mystery. I do absolutely love bangers tho’.

Is this synchronicity or what? I go to the international deli and see Spotted Dick again (it seems vile considering what’s in it, BTW), mention it to a friend on the island and here it is, gracing WoC.

Oh, Kelly: It’s SUET PUDDING!!!

I just had to. Really.

No. I wanted to.

Wha? All outta black pud?

Wha? All outta black pud?

Try the blood pudding instead!

You know, for a nation of people who have sex with their socks on, those Brits sure seem to have a sense of humor with their food names.

D, you ever had sex in England? Those sheets stay AWFULLY cold…

actor, I’ve never been to England, but that would explain a lot, I think. Next time, if there is one, I’ll make sure we have flannel sheets. I can’t help it, I’m a giggler, and Englishmen in particular seem to take poorly their partners giggling in bed.

Me, I’m amazed a spotted dick could manage a hard sauce. It all sounds very… flaccid.

“Spotted Dick” just sounds too harsh for US ears. Might we start calling it “Reticulated Richard” instead?

@papa zita
I still don’t get it. So that’s like a baked pudding made with lard? Big deal. Why the cock-moniker I wonder? (Yes, I know the “dick” must mean some other thing, but OTOH I did enjoy putting “cock” and “moniker” together.

Re: Update

Scott, I’m surprised you haven’t mentioned Grey Poupon mustard.

And of course, the classic diet pill (quickly taken off the market in the 1980s) AYDS

Soup made with chicken and leeks? Depends.

One source of UK food humo(u)r is traditional schoolkids’ slang for food served at school, boarding, public, or otherwise. The two that come to mind are Dead Man’s Legs (meatloaf) and Bellering
Pudding, in which (as the great slang authority Eric Partridge wrote) the currants are so far apart that they must bellow in order to converse.

Those Python boys didn’t come outta nowhere, ya know.

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