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.
And you're doing so well at driving undesireables away with your tactic of digging up the entire city centre. Every time I visit Auld Reekie, they change the tram works around to confuse me and get me lost. If I wasn't going over there, taking your jobs, I wouldn't bother.
bastard by name