Location: UK-Hampshire-home
Meal: Lunch

A sausage-meat-ball with slow braised sweet onion pie topped with potato-cauliflower-cheese topping and baked. A real dark country Monday meal .... with Rioja. :)

Isn't the only good thing about the trauma about being away from home - the debauchery associated with the hotel breakfast .... :D

Next time .... drop the tomatos and the cucumber...... add a few more hash browns and some crispy bacon .....;)

You have no idea....we seem to hop from one breakfast to another. One flight we do, HKG-BAH, if we leave at just the right time allows to have breakfast in HKG and just make the end of breakfast in BAH.

Spoken like a true Brit.
Though I favor Irish over British formal breakfast.

The only general difference between an Irish and a British breakfast is that one is eaten by a ginger-headed freckled person with a hangover and the other is served on silver platters by people from below stairs to people wearing morning attire .... I think you will find ...:D

Hey, I find a freckled red headed lady with green eyes quite to my liking.
The hangover just means we had a fun night :)

Don't go to Scotland!

All the men are trannies and are all in love with dogs!

I went to a pub a month or so back and a guy in a skirt was singing

" I love a Lassy, a bonnie, bonnie Lassy ....."

No one else seemed bothered .....:confused:;)

Hey, 5 of my gay uncles love dogs. :P ;) (my mother collects gays)
Location: New York NY-Home
Meal: Breakfast. Oatmeal with sliced plums and agave nectar syrup.

Funny, but not actually true ;)

An Irish breakfast features black and white pudding, and an Ulster fry (from the north) usually has soda and/or potato farls. Mushrooms and baked beans on the other hand shouldn't feature (although hotel buffets frequently will have them).

Whereas a Scottish one has black pudding, square sausage (aka beef lorne) and tattie scones (similar to potato farls, but thin and square, and preferably fried in bacon fat).

If you're hungover, have some Irn Bru with it.

Haggis in a fried breakfast, however, is an abomination. It is deserving of more respect than that...

Hmmm. <stern look> I do read this you know ;)

I agree with stut - except on haggis which is fab fried, and he seems to have forgotten the fried clootie dumpling/fruit pudding. That and tattie scones I have introduced to my friends and they adore.

Anyway...

Edinburgh
Dinner last night. Was meant to be chicken and pasta soup but I appear to have misplaced my carrots, so started to make lasagne instead, but it got too late so I settled for:

linguine bolognaise served with apple and mango juice.

Yes, I know its an abomination, but mine tastes fab.

There's been a number of programmes recently about haggis abuse. As long as it is humanely killed I think from then on anything goes .......

:)

To start off with a plan for a sort of minestrone .... and to end up with lasagne takes an extraordinarily flexible approach to food prep .......:D

Are you sure you're not just making these names for things up or getting them from a Harry Potter book?
New York NY: Restaurant-Gyu-Kaku
Dinner: Cook it yourself marinated basil chicken, sesame strip steak, marinated short ribs, marinated top sirloin, spicy Bibimbap, assorted vegetables for the griddle and a "smore" for dessert.

Location: UK-Hampshire-home
Meal: Lunch

Meat loaf (beef and pork mince and onion and lots of other things ....) carameilsed red onion gravy with mashed tatties (for our new Scottish visitors ....) brussels and some brocoli expecially for her. She likes it - but like Clinton I loathe it. With Rioja - again.

Desert was the dome remnants of the Sachetorte I made this morning. You have to cut the top of the Sachetorte rich chocolate sponge off and you can't just throw away that lovely choccy sponge goodness which I therefore had liberal amounts of the apricot jam and cream applied. It was ugly but nice. Just like me in fact. Tonight hopefully will be the torte proper.

This afternoon I am looking forward (:(:td:) to having my right ear syringed by nursey and have been told off by she (who must be obeyed) that I should have less Rioja, but it is now too late.