I’m not a big fan of #2, #3, and #10.
#5 is Nectar of the Gods, and #6 are my favorite things on the planet.
There are certain recipes in any culture’s diet which cause consternation and disgust if you haven’t grown up eating them. I, for example, am not mad about the idea of okra, or sheep’s eyes, or that sandwich Elvis liked with all the bacon and jelly and peanut butter. However, I AM prepared to give each of these things a try, in the name of gastronomic research.
With that in mind, here’s an impassioned plea on behalf of some unfairly maligned British delicacies. I’ve personally tried them all, with one exception, and I am here to tell you that a) they are not gross and b) I did not die.
C’mon, tuck in!
What a scotch egg might look like.
This is quite interesting:
The house where Winnie the Pooh was written, including the swimming pool that Brian Jones drowned in, is for sale.
For you, two million quid.