Proud to be British

[Keith at Tregenna]

Jersey Royals have been grown on Jersey for over 140 years,
along with Pembrokeshire Earlies are award winning spuds.

K.

[Keith at Tregenna]

Love mushy peas and mushy pea fritters.

K.

[happy daze john in oz]

Pie floaters a most disgusting dish from South Australia.

But for me steak should be either Steak Tartare or cooked my way.
Hot grill and no more than five seconds on each side.

[Tony Taylor]

Pie floaters a most disgusting dish from South Australia.

But for me steak should be either Steak Tartare or cooked my way.
Hot grill and no more than five seconds on each side.

Each to his own John, but there is more than tapeworm to be aware of. In 06 while working in China, there was a big announcement about the high levels of liver worms and other infestations in the population of southern China due to the growth in popularity of eating raw or undercooked meat and fish.
Mind you, it did make wonder about other stuff when I found half a chicken head in my dinner (top half including beak eyes and comb).

[Keith at Tregenna]

just knock its horns off, wipe its nasty ass ? Yuck.

#35: Back to the The Campfire - Blazing Saddles: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zv_f5qrf1Yk

K.

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[Keith at Tregenna]

Eels are not my bag but do like the liquor.

When I can visit Manze's Pie & Mash Shop down Walthamstow High Street

K.

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[Keith at Tregenna]

Would not be the same, visiting my may mate and family in Walthamstow and heading for the
High Street for a fish stock cube. L MANZE, You can’t get more classic London than pie and mash
and the Grade-II listed L Manze in Walthamstow is one of best preserved shops in town. They’ve
been serving up pie, mash, liquor and jellied eels to locals since 1929 and the place has barely changed.

K.

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[Keith at Tregenna]

Save yourself a few quid just buy these as a lazy mans option Attachment 33486 or do as I often do make my own crab/lobster or fish stock and freeze it. EELS even my cat turned her nose up at eels, wee bitch preferred tinned Tuna or would sit on my lap just knowing I would share my kippers with her

Have you tried the Cockle sheds, Leigh-on Sea, Southend ?

[Des Taff Jenkins]

Hi Victoria.
That was and still is the famous pie and mushy peas at Harry de wheels in the wharf in Sydney, the seamen's hang out after closing time.
Des

[Keith at Tregenna]

GOLDEN DAYS by Dennis J. Penfold

Gold are my memories of long, long ago,
the days of my childhood in old Walthamstow;
Mum did her shopping late Saturday night,
the High Street was packed and was blazing with light.
I look back with nostalgia as my mind recalls
the green naphta lights as they hissed on the stalls.

We would elbow our way through the tightly packed mob,
and buy two dozen oranges, "only a bob",
a bagful of apples, and lovely sweet pears,
with just a few bob, we were all millionaires.
Tasty pease pudding and hot saveloys,
and savoury hot faggots was one of our joys.

Three and a tanner would buy Sunday's meat,
with something on top, in the way of a treat,
outside their shop, where they used to tout,
"Buy, buy, buy, buy," they would holler and shout.
All pushing and shoving the crowd gathered round,
where bargains galore were there to be found.

An aitch bone of beef, or a bit of topside,
the strokes they came out with, I laughed till I cried.
They did not have freezers in my time of day,
no wonder the shops almost gave it away.
We would wander round Woolworth's, my heart filled with joy,
for only a tanner, you came out with a toy;

there were bright coloured balls, and all kinds of games,
and sweet, pretty dollies with all different names.
A box of toy soldiers, a tank or a fort,
we all had a bargain, whatever we bought;
with a few meagre coppers clutched tight in my hand,
the world was my oyster and life was so grand.

We would go to the "Palace" and get in the queue,
and as the doors opened, we all bustled through,
up in the gods for fourpence we'd go,
munching our peanuts as we watched the show.
A strong smell of orange pervaded the air.
and after the show there was peel everywhere.

Bags of sweets they would throw, to our great delight,
every Thursday and Friday was carnival night.
It was "Spotlight" on Wednesday and what a surprise,
if the light stopped on you, you went up for your prize.
Tears fill my eyes as this story I tell
of a jolly good show, 'til the last curtain fell.

If we were lucky and still had some cash,
we would go into Manze's for a hot pie and mash,
it only cost tuppence and when we came out
Mum would go in the "Cock" for her half-pint of stout.
I listened with joy to the good "Sally Ann",
and outside the door stood the old chestnut man,

hot baked potatoes, a ha'penny a time,
no wonder my life was so sweet and sublime.
A penny a sheet for the latest of songs,
oh for that era where my heart belongs.
All those wonderful memories are now but a dream
that have swiftly passed by, like a fast flowing stream;

as I reminisce in my twilight of life
and look back on those days, full of trouble and strife,
I would change not a day, nor a month, nor a year,
they will live in my heart with all I hold dear,
sweet, tender memories forever will flow
of my young childhood days in old Walthamstow.