It’s interesting how different nations will take the same ingredients, eat them a certain way, and strange looks (or sometimes, gagging noises) will ensue from others who can’t see it being eaten that way.
Take for example Britishland’s favorite, the prawn sandwich:
Most Murkins, at this point, are going “Say what?” while the Frogs are going “Quoi?” (with added lip curl).
Of course, New Englanders eat lobster on bread rolls, so we’re not that far apart — but Old Englanders would look askance at that because for them, lobster is strictly a main course, e.g. the Thermidor:
Back onto the prawn thing, though: even I, a committed Anglophile, have to admit to a little puzzlement at prawn sarnies, accustomed as I am — as are most other Murkins — to seeing shrimp (or prawns, for that matter), in a cocktail or as an appetizer:
All that said, I could see myself eating shrimp on, say, a croissant:
…because a croissant is more like pastry than a prosaic slice of Wonderbread.
Okay, is anyone else starting to feel hungry? For a chip butty (UK’s #2), maybe?
(a.k.a. carbs squared)
Two nations, divided by a common food. [sigh]
It’s enough to put a man off his breakfast gin. (Or is that just my favorite?)
