(I fail to see any situation in which going shopping is better than black pudding, unless it's shopping for black pudding, from a range of fine black puddings, with an enthusiastic and knowledgeable shopkeeper offering advice and free samples. I think I'm going to have a black pudding supper for my dinner tonight.)
You're right, and if one of them's the Queen, she'll probably drop a shit load o' cash on biscuits.
These guys look like connoisseurs of the dark art of puddings.
In looking for that page, I found a link to a page that was extolling the virtues of deep frying black (or white) pudding. Have you ever had it plunged and battered? (NJ)
Well, good luck with that. How do the economics work here? Do you have to pay for her to plunge and batter it, or does she just work it alongside all the other plungables she's already got in her fryer box at no extra cost?
Black pudding is one of the standard menu items, so generally, there'll be a few sitting in the hot cabinet, already battered and plunged. You can't get them unbattered round here. Deep-frying an unbattered black pudding would be wierd and possibly unhygenic. If they've run out, there's usually a short wait while they cook one specially, at no extra cost. They're good that way. They're good in many other ways too - my local chippy did a charity day where they sold all their suppers for £1 a go for the local childrens hospital. They raised over £2000, and didn't even need to call in riot police.
Just took a quick poll of the Shields household. The question was asked like this: "Does this look good? Other than the chips, they are hard to mess up."
Tanner: "Uh, no"
Tina: Dry heaving a little. "That doesn't even look edible. Like, no one should eat something that looks like that."
Me: "Fuck that, you foreigns are insane mother fuckers" -you can use your fantastic accent when saying this, or the accent of the guy in District 9 to get the full effect.
Tek: Licked his asshole instead.
Ashlyn: Not present, but has stellar taste like her dad, so she would tell you that you are insane in the membrane.
That actually looks like something a wild animal would leave in the woods. And knowing what it is actually makes it that much more unappealing. That's sad that I'd rather eat wild animal shit over that!
How long must I put up with the unholy sound of your gun?
Mmmm, delicious moist, crumbly black pudding in a crispy batter. Delicious - the tang of the blood contrasting with the comparative sweetness of the batter, all smothered in salt and vinegar. I fail to see anything not to like about it.
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