planet zipedeedoodah and yorkshire pudding
My friend Tess, or as I fondly used to call her, "Heart" posted a tiny blurb on my blog comparing me to Planet Zipeedeedoodah and herself to Yorkshire Pudding.
She is thoroughly English. I know this because that comparison made absolutely no sense to me. Its like comparing apples to the the fork stuck in your eye. Or comparing zucchini to encyclopedias. Or comparing a circus clown to having watch South Park non stop.
Despite that, I still hold a fond place for little Heart because she's such a darling in high school.
But this is not about her. Sod her. This is about me. And Yorkshire Pudding.
For the longest time I've been curious about other culture's cuisine. And by other culture I mean other sane culture. Like the English but not the French and their snails. Like the Russians and their borsh but not the Mongolians and their boiled testicles that they gave Ewan McGregor. So I have always wanted to experiment with English food beyond Fish and Chips. And I was finally given the chance a month ago during the World Cup.
As luck would have it, there's an english pub about 2 miles from my workplace. Whenever there was a game I'd go there and try out their food. I've had fish and chips, chicken pot pie, fish and chips, prime ribs, fish and chips and bbq riblets. Hey, sometimes you got to eat the fish and chips.
Anyway, the best I've had was the prime ribs. It was the most expensive ass lunch I've ever had but it came with its own good ol' english Yorkshire Pudding. Now, I've heard of the good ol' pudding. I've even had chocolate pudding myself.
And let me tell you this, Yorkshire Pudding is not a pudding. Fucking Yorshireans are just naming it a pudding to piss you off. Yorkshire Pudding is a goddamn pastry. At least its an eggy croisant. But I must say this, that thing is tasty. TASTY! Probably because of the gratuitous amount of butter and egg they put into it. And its great for sopping up the gravy of the prime ribs. And its a bit like a cross between boring bread and tasty tasty butter bread.
I knew it had egg in it because I Wikipediaed the thing.
So dear Heart, this post is for you. And yes you are a bit like a Yorkshire Pudding. In the sense that you're pretty damn confusing for people that are not English (or don't have access to Wikipedia).
Good ol' Heart. Good ol' Yorkshire Pudding.
She is thoroughly English. I know this because that comparison made absolutely no sense to me. Its like comparing apples to the the fork stuck in your eye. Or comparing zucchini to encyclopedias. Or comparing a circus clown to having watch South Park non stop.
Despite that, I still hold a fond place for little Heart because she's such a darling in high school.
But this is not about her. Sod her. This is about me. And Yorkshire Pudding.
For the longest time I've been curious about other culture's cuisine. And by other culture I mean other sane culture. Like the English but not the French and their snails. Like the Russians and their borsh but not the Mongolians and their boiled testicles that they gave Ewan McGregor. So I have always wanted to experiment with English food beyond Fish and Chips. And I was finally given the chance a month ago during the World Cup.
As luck would have it, there's an english pub about 2 miles from my workplace. Whenever there was a game I'd go there and try out their food. I've had fish and chips, chicken pot pie, fish and chips, prime ribs, fish and chips and bbq riblets. Hey, sometimes you got to eat the fish and chips.
Anyway, the best I've had was the prime ribs. It was the most expensive ass lunch I've ever had but it came with its own good ol' english Yorkshire Pudding. Now, I've heard of the good ol' pudding. I've even had chocolate pudding myself.
And let me tell you this, Yorkshire Pudding is not a pudding. Fucking Yorshireans are just naming it a pudding to piss you off. Yorkshire Pudding is a goddamn pastry. At least its an eggy croisant. But I must say this, that thing is tasty. TASTY! Probably because of the gratuitous amount of butter and egg they put into it. And its great for sopping up the gravy of the prime ribs. And its a bit like a cross between boring bread and tasty tasty butter bread.
I knew it had egg in it because I Wikipediaed the thing.
So dear Heart, this post is for you. And yes you are a bit like a Yorkshire Pudding. In the sense that you're pretty damn confusing for people that are not English (or don't have access to Wikipedia).
Good ol' Heart. Good ol' Yorkshire Pudding.
1 Comments:
Hey Yihao, I'm still Malaysian as the next person. Just cos I live in the UK, doesn't make me English. Uh, prime rib with Yorkshire pudding, that's like ewwws. It's had with sausages, in which case, it's a dish called "Toad in the Hole" or with roast beef.
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