shoot me if I change my name to Delia
My friend Dean joked that I'm turning into a suburban English person, but I think he's right. With all the DIY, gardening, complaining about the weather, complaining about how we get ripped off in England, expressing my dismay with the roads in Cambridgeshire and what not, I am slowly developing into a crotchety old Brit. Fantastic. I might write a letter to my MP and tell him about it.
On the other hand, it's nice to feel more at home now. While watching "The Nation's Favourite Food" (originally on BBC), I found myself nodding vigorously at the nation's choice of comfort foods. There are so many meals that are delightfully and gloriously British, that have now become my comfort foods. How wonderful to tuck into a plate of bangers and mash (that's sausages with mashed potatoes to my foreign friends) on a miserable grey day, or to cure a hangover with a full English breakfast or "fry up" the morning after. Although not listed as a comfort food (it's under Lunch Dishes), I adore the traditional roast lunch. It's like four different kinds of starch on one plate, with gravy and meat. What other nation considers a cup of tea and a biscuit to be comforting? When something goes wrong, someone must scurry to the kitchen to put the kettle on. Of course I remain staunchly Canadian in my other comfort food selections: macaroni and cheese (Kraft Dinner, thank you), pancakes with maple syrup (with scrambled eggs, hash browns, toast, and a cardiac arrest), and bagels from Fairmount or St. Viateur bakeries in Montreal.
I shake my head at the nation's selection of toast as a comfort food. Come on, that's what you eat when you've got stomach flu or what you use to mop up your baked beans.