When I learned we’d be moving to England, I chiefly worried
about three things. I wasn’t sure I’d like British food. I was afraid I’d find
the wet weather depressing. I’d heard the English could be cold. Worrying is like
shoveling smoke: it tires you out without accomplishing anything. We treasure
all our Yorkshire friends, though we’re unlikely to meet again outside of
facebook. The weather WAS chilly and damp. And I miss it nearly every day. It’s
said that British cuisine is an oxymoron, and it’s at least partly deserved.
The English seem happiest with food that lacks variety in color, taste or
consistency. But there are a few meals we learned to love while we were there.
The first is a full English breakfast: sausage, bacon, eggs, beans, mushrooms,
tomatoes and toast – enough to tide you over until teatime. The second is a
carvery meal: turkey, roast, carrots, peas, Yorkshire pudding and onion gravy.
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