Want to try this killer 8,000 calories breakfast' Sign on th
Title: Want to try this killer 8,000 calories breakfast' Sign on the dotted line
Category: lifestyle
Posted By: N_Fiddledog
Date: 2014-09-30 14:36:08
black pudding would disqualify me. My dad loves it, but to me it's like eating a giant scab/blood clot.
In the end it'll be some skinny little bugger like Yogi who'll choke it all down......and then ask for a pepsi and ice cream
raydan @ Tue Sep 30, 2014 3:14 pm
At my age, I prefer quality and variety... quantity comes in third now.
I'm also with SD on this, black pudding.
The first time I had it served to me was by my paternal grandmother. My dad was raving about how he looked forward to black pudding(blood sausage) as a kid......bleeeeeeech. I took a look and with great trepidation, took a bite....first and last time. I'll eat haggis any day over that shite. Now headcheese I like
ShepherdsDog ShepherdsDog:
black pudding would disqualify me. My dad loves it, but to me it's like eating a giant scab/blood clot.
Okay, I think I'm safe checking this off of the things I might try someday. The scab/clot imagery pretty much guarantees projectile vomiting.
Thanos @ Tue Sep 30, 2014 3:32 pm
raydan @ Tue Sep 30, 2014 3:41 pm
ShepherdsDog ShepherdsDog:
Now headcheese I like
My dad used to buy pig heads and make his own.
Loved the stuff but never tried store-bought... so I haven't had any since he died.
Hyack @ Tue Sep 30, 2014 3:53 pm
The English and the Scots have the problem of TOO DAMN MUCH SALT when it comes to their blood puddin', sausages, gammon, bacon etc. I can't remember the number of times I was told "just try a wee bit" with your brekkie when staying in B&Bs in England and Scotland. Funny thing I found over there was the farther north I got in Great Britain/Scotland the nicer and more down to earth the people got, especially once they found out I was a Canadian, not just another "Bloody American"......
Hyack Hyack:
Funny thing I found over there was the farther north I got in Great Britain/Scotland the nicer and more down to earth the people got, especially once they found out I was a Canadian, not just another "Bloody American"......
Funny thing, back in the day I'd made the trip to the Cameronians museum and was greeted at the door by a dour old puss who called me a 'Bloody Yank' and not in the friendly way. I didn't say a word and instead turned around and left.
I'd been there to donate/return a VC that belonged to one of their troop from the 1800's that I'd come across in a Bangalore market. Instead I donated it to the museum at Annapolis.
Little did I know at the time that I was 98% Scottish although I'm not sure it would have made much difference.
They been watching too much.... Man vs. Food.