…happiness is Curly-Wurly-Shaped Fries… #TBSU…

…some, who probably know much better about these kinda things than this ol’ Jurassic, say ‘yeez are what yeez eat’… and I can’t say I totally disagree with their assertion… in my Twitter header self-description I even include the phrase, ’TV football couch potato’… my ancestry traces ‘way back to Ireland, where the humble spud was so much a staple of the nation’s diet, when the potato crop famines came, the people left… thus enriching greatly the rest of the planet, notably North America… my own folks descended from these good Irishers, and have been frightening the daylights out of Scotland ever since… a Scotland which baffles the WURLD with its culinary specialties… the inimitable Haggis, which continues to perplex gourmets everywhere…  and of more recent invention, Fried Mars Bars… which causes just about equal consternation to the International College of Heart Surgeons… but let it not be denied… in my own infancy and youth, I hardly recall a single meal without the presence of the ubiquitous King of the Vegetable Planet… mashed, with or without butter, for those back then who could afford it, or more usually mashed with or without margarine… real chips, sometimes as wee skinny excuses for the name, more frequently as solid slab slices, fried in deep batter, or better still fried twice in deep batter or lard… (watch the double-flip again with the aforementioned mob of heart surgeons)… and if yeez haven’t tried fried fritters, browned almost to a toasted remnant, epicurially yeez haven’t lived… roasted tatties, burnt as close as yer stomach can stand, should be mandatory accompaniment for every Sunday lunch meat of yer choice… comes now, the latest entry into the Royal Culinary lineage… the Curly-Wurly Fries… manufactured it seems from sum’thing Harry Potter and his gang would dream up… these splendid plate-fellows have taken modern pride of place in my menu-favourites… go on, give them a go… but don’t blame me if yer health insurance premium goes through the roof… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!




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7 responses to “…happiness is Curly-Wurly-Shaped Fries… #TBSU…

  1. You’re so right about the Scotland / Ireland crossing. In my own family we now can’t work out which branch comes from where because whenever there was a “bit of a ruck” in one place, they de-camped en-masse to the other.
    You forgot the new “staple” in the chippie – haggis fritter! Oh to die for and I probably would if I lived there.


  2. Reblogged this on Ailsa Abraham and commented:
    And the French think “English” cuisine is dreadful -they haven’t lived!


  3. laurie27wsmith

    I would never dream of giving up the humble spud in all its manifestations. Luv’ em boiled, fried, grilled, mashed, spiralled, baked. 🙂


  4. Tatties all the way in our house too! I love curly wurly fries but prefer the chocolate bar instead 🙂


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