I have never ever seen anyone eat mushy peas with gusto either, but strange people do exist.
Isnât that a German thing anyway?
ps. The igel? The members in the French part will chide you for this.
Haggis is lovely, and deep fried Mars bars are not to be taken seriously.
Youâve clearly not been to the right places.
Wait a minâŚis that herring or a similar smoked and very fatty fish? Discard the green beans, potato and the generic smoked pork. Add a few tiny onions in vinegar and a very acid white wine and all good
I hesitate to change the title, knuckles still smarting, but shouldnât the title include UK or British? Ya, I know, a contradiction in terms but also truth in advertising.
Nope because the photos posted by Castro and discussed by others are not British food.
If you discard the green beans and the bacon it is your typical Scandinavian dish.
Or discard everything and drink a bottle of wine.
In their caseâŚmore than one!!! Thatâs just for warming-up.
I got a brunch like that in Belgium. I did not ask if it was âlocalâ. Anyway, I found it to be great. Also, I donât see high acidity French chardonnay or Spanish cava as Scandinavian
Haha, neither do I. Are we still talking about the lunch you had in Belgium?
Yes, the fatty smoked herring had both chardonnay and cava as options.
Herring (mostly picked) with boiled potatoes is very popular up north, I donât know which wines they associate with this dish, I guess theyâre not very pretentious.
Nothing pretentious about it. Both quite rough wines that go along smoked fish and onions in vinegar. Iâm sure I can find something equivalent in Denner for 8-9 CHF. Maybe even less in a âbuy by the carton saleâ day.
I had a flat in Amsterdam for five weeks long time ago. There was a haring stalletje on the way to the bus stop. I used to breath in deeply closing my house-door and run past it.
I ate it once - because you need to know why you dislike something - and that was it.
In my opinion, even the most humble dishes can be appreciated in the right moment with the right people, and in some cases with the right amount of alcoholâŚ
Some of them evoke dear memories, too. At 6 years old, a sneaky bowl of cereal was the food of the gods late at night with my dad when my mum was out at some school events meeting.
Or that ârubber breadâ everyone moans about, when toasted around the camp fire at scouts was unequaled.
The occasion and the company are the most important ingredients.
Itâs not the being humble but the smell that keeps me off those herrings.
Whatâs that? White toast sliced bread? You can also make some French toast with that oneâŚ