Regular readers may remember that I’m English. I spell aluminium
all wrong the British way. We don’t get turkey in November over here, or the other traditional comfort foods of the American season that I’ve grown to love, like sweet potato casserole.
No, no, it’s OK. Don’t feel you have to sympathise. We’re British. We’re used to our food being rubbish and our beer hot.
I suppose you might say this ‘tender and succulent’ chicken pie is the British version of a Thanksgiving turkey and Waitrose’s save 50p offer the British equivalent of Black Friday. Continue reading
I’ve had this picture of a real advert for about a year now and haven’t known whether I should share it. It’s the kind of humour we British are genetically programmed to love, bless our hearts. Most of the original copies will have been recycled by now but because I can’t help looking at adverts from a return on investment perspective, and I carry my camera to record treats or surprises, it’s preserved here. Continue reading