Archive for the ‘Food and Drink’ Category

You win some, you lose some

June 2nd, 2009 at 10:34 am

I’ve always hated the word ‘expat’, abbreviated or otherwise. It’s not the word itself, I guess, but more the notion that I ever ‘belonged’ to one part of the world in the first place. And more to the point, when I think of ‘expats’, I bring to mind the likes of Frank, Doris, Ethel and [...]

A story about swine that doesn’t mention flu

May 4th, 2009 at 8:26 am

The problem with cuts of meat in America is that they’re so damn large, you have to invite around thirteen people around in order to get through everything. And with The Special One’s family all being caught up with other things this weekend, that left just the four of us to consume an entire pork [...]

Time to meat your maker

April 27th, 2009 at 11:24 pm

After a five month period in which my wedding tackle has been stored somewhere near my pancreas to avoid the bitter cold, somebody finally got around to paying New York’s heating bill, and glorious warmth returned with a vengeance this weekend.
In the UK, the changes of the seasons are generally imperceptible, with spring sleepily emerging [...]

A spoonful of sugar

April 13th, 2009 at 3:25 pm

Some of the traditions that America has are completely different than those in the UK. Like stopping an important sports game two thirds of the way through for the singing of the national anthem. Or, indeed, knowing all the words to the national anthem in the first place. Some things are exactly the same; ‘a [...]

A full and frank apology to the USA

April 1st, 2009 at 6:20 am

I would like to issue a full and unreserved apology to the United States of America. In a previous post, I had revealed that an American foodstuff (albeit Italian-American) had made a personal attack on me, and left me with a cold sore-like legacy.
By relating such a story, I was suggesting that foods from America [...]

Would you like cheese with that?

March 22nd, 2009 at 7:53 pm

America is the land of the inappropriate combination, maintaining an unparalleled ability to put together two things which really can’t work in partnership, and insist that they can. Take peanut butter and jelly, for instance – no, I mean it, somebody just take it away and never let me see it again. Not since Nick [...]

Coming to terms with shame

March 16th, 2009 at 2:49 pm

I’ve been in hiding for a week or so, as you’ll have noticed by the lack of posts on here. It’s not because I’ve lost any of my desire to give you witty, charming and considered tracts on life in New York (one day I hope to deliver on that dream), or because I just [...]

The big breakfast. Or lunch.

February 9th, 2009 at 10:25 pm

I’ve never really got the point of brunch, to be honest. For a start, I’m no fan of breakfast, despite the impassioned pleas of around three quarters of the people I’ve ever met who insist that it’s the most important meal of the day and I might die at the age of 54 if [...]

My name’s A Brit Out Of Water, and I’m a cheese addict

January 30th, 2009 at 3:00 pm

Having been plugged into my iPod each morning on the way to work this week, I’ve realised just how many guilty pleasures I have when it comes to music. Everybody has their own guilty pleasure – that song that you know you really shouldn’t like, but somehow you can’t just help yourself. Admitting to it [...]

The British invasion

January 19th, 2009 at 1:33 pm

Some things are just inescapably British – ideas or products that you would just never think to see anywhere else in the world. Try to describe an Eccles cake to an American, for instance, and you’d probably see a wrinkling of features and a look of disgust reserved for farmyard smells and cat vomit. Dandelion [...]

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