Okay, Sir Winston may have had more weighty matters on his mind when he said that, but I know how he felt, after reading this:
Britain’s BEST chippies: Top 15 seafood eateries are revealed in National Fish and Chip Awards 2020
As any fule kno, one of my favorite meals in Britishland is the venerable F&C (proof below).
So when I read articles like the above, all it makes me want to do is hop on a plane across The Pond and embark on a tour of the top 15…
However. The list shortens quite a bit as some of the chippies’ locations are on Kim’s List Of Places Never To Visit (based on the recommendations of Stout Bulldogs like Mr. Free Market, The Englishman and the Sorensons) — places such as Belfast, the whole of Wales and anywhere in County Durham.
Still, this one (in Kent) looks promising:
…especially as Kent is home to one of the best beer brands anywhere:
And if they haven’t got Spitfire, there is an alternative:
Is there any possible part of our daily life that isn’t going to be measured by this bullshit metric?
Fish sticks may seem harmless, but the tiny food is creating a huge carbon footprint.
A new study has found that transforming Alaskan Pollock into fish sticks, imitation crab and fish fillets generates nearly twice the greenhouse gas emissions produced by fishing itself.
I’m getting to the point where the more I’m scolded for behavior which (allegedly) harms the planet or in some way offends people of a certain type, the more I’m likely to increase said behavior.
I’ve never been that keen on fish sticks — I think I grew out of the taste at age 8 — but I think I’ll pick up a pack or two of Gorton’s the next time I’m at the supermarket, just for spite.
And then there’s this, from the same article:
Families that often dine out and consume large quantities of sweets and alcohol are likely to have a higher carbon footprint than meat eaters, a study claims.
Researchers came to this conclusion after studying the food habits and carbon footprints of around 60,000 households across Japan.
They found that meat consumption typically only accounts for only 10 per cent of the different in environmental impact between low and high carbon households.
In contrast, households with high carbon footprints typically consumed around two to three times more sweets and alcohol than those with low footprints
Eating out, for example, was found to contribute 175 per cent more carbon emissions for the average household than eating meats.
In fact, dining in restaurants was seen to contribute an annual average of 770 kilograms (121 stone) of greenhouse gases towards the environmental impact of those households with a high carbon footprint.
That does it. Tonight is Pizza Night chez Du Toit (which is an immutable institution), but tomorrow night I think I’ll take New Wife to Hard Eight BBQ, which boasts a meat smoker that puts out more smoke than a fucking 19th-century steamship.
The Full English breakfast could die out within a generation because almost one in five young people living in the UK have never eaten a fry-up.
Despite being a mainstay of British society since the Victorian era, a nationwide study has revealed 17 per cent of British people under 30 have never tucked into the greasy breakfast food.
Millennials are avoiding the traditional meal due to health concerns, with a fifth of 18 to 30-year-olds saying they associate the dish with heart attacks and obesity.
The majority would prefer to have smoked salmon and scrambled eggs, smashed avocado on toast or oatmeal pancakes for breakfast over the Full English.
Here’s what they’re missing, the little shits:
Great Caesar’s bleeding hemorrhoids… how could this sublime creation be replaced by something that looks like calcified sputum on toast?
My own kids (Millennials all) would smother me in my sleep if I were to offer them this slop instead of a Full English on Christmas Day — or any day, come to think of it — but then they’re not Brits, are they?
I don’t want anyone to think that I’m unalterably set in my ways (“No, Kim! Say it ain’t so!”) — I mean, the last time I had breakfast at Fortnum & Mason, I even had a delicious Duck Rarebit (fried duck egg on hot beer cheese over a piece of toast, as below):
…so I am open to a bit of change — I just don’t want the thing I temporarily changed from to disappear because some pasty-faced weenies think it’s unheaaaaalthyyyy!
Let me promise you all one thing: if the time comes when I go over to Blighty, go out for brekkie and find the Full English has disappeared from the menu, there will be murders. Just the prospect of “avo toast” on a breakfast table makes me feel weak.
In my Boxing Day post, I omitted to acknowledge the source of the main pic (of a mouthwatering roast beef) — “omitted” in that the pic wasn’t labeled, and the now-forgotten website where I found it hadn’t labeled it either. (Under copyright law, by the way, such copyright infringement is called “inadvertent”, which in my case it certainly was.) So I fixed that.
But that’s not the point of this post: this is.
The pic originally came from a crowd named Carnivore Style, and I urge you all to visit their website.
This referral has not been forced on me by legal assholes, by the way: it’s looks like an excellent place and I for one am going to spend a lot more time there as I devote yet more time to eating red meat in the future. (This is an interesting take on Keto vs. Carnivore diets, incidentally.)
AND of course, bedehr gesocht, it might cause mass suicides among vegans, Extinction Rebellion loonies and other such filth. Which can only be a good thing.