Spotted in the wild…
What’s an agricultural show without a spotted dick stand? I ask you?
I don’t think people were eating them on the spot. I mean, that would be weird.
Posted: September 3rd, 2019 under britain, food.
Comments: 12
Comments
Comment from OldFert
Time: September 3, 2019, 8:46 pm
For that matter, what’s a public health/preventative medicine display without one?
Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: September 3, 2019, 9:26 pm
Oh! Look Mavis! I’ve spotted a dick!
Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: September 3, 2019, 9:42 pm
And then
there’s the whole treacle thing.
and suet.
Comment from Ric
Time: September 4, 2019, 12:07 am
What’s happening to Brexit?
Comment from Deborah HH
Time: September 4, 2019, 12:12 am
Wait … wait. Back up to the sticky toffee. Is it like fudgey butterscotch topping? Would you pour it over apple cake or brownies or ice cream?
Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: September 4, 2019, 2:45 pm
The remoaners want a never ending Treacle Brexit.
Comment from Drew458
Time: September 4, 2019, 2:47 pm
The English are so strange. Spotted Dick counts as a pudding, but it’s actually a cake. Of course, they think sausage counts as pudding too. As does Yorkshire Pudding, which is actually a biscuit. I wonder what they call actual pudding?
Comment from Drew458
Time: September 4, 2019, 2:49 pm
Sad chicken news of the day: Woman pecked to death by rooster.
Comment from OldFert
Time: September 4, 2019, 8:39 pm
Drew458 — Huh. Australia. Even their chickens are deadly.
Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 4, 2019, 8:55 pm
‘Pudding’ seems to be a generic word for dessert. Or, like, a suet pudding. The stick toffee is a topping.
Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: September 5, 2019, 12:46 pm
Ah, they’ve poured sticky toffee on the Brexiteers and the country is going nowhere!
Comment from Drew458
Time: September 6, 2019, 2:43 pm
Toffeed up Brexit is what happens when you have masters and subjects. The bosses don’t care what the plebes want.
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