Showing posts with label pies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pies. Show all posts

Thursday, 11 January 2018

"You're fat and your food's a joke" - elite attitudes to out-of-town dinners


So you head off to the big city from rural America. Anything is better than the dull world of backwoods Indiana - you even write a screed saying how dreadful the old place was. And then you find out what people in the shiny city think of folk from your backwood:
Friends at work one day called her over to ask about Cracker Barrel. “It’s just like a chain restaurant we go to treat ourselves,” Ms. Cronkhite said.

A co-worker jumped in: “It’s this really white-trash restaurant that overweight Midwesterners go to.”

Then came the invitation to join some friends at Butter. The San Francisco bar is decorated as a sendup of rural white America, complete with the front end of a Winnebago RV. The menu included such cocktails as the Whitetrash Driver, vodka and SunnyD; Bitchin’ Camaro, spiced rum and Dr Pepper; and After School Special, vodka and grape soda.

“It was, all of the sudden, in my face,” Ms. Cronkhite said. “Things at home we thought were nice or parts of our culture were treated with open scorn and disdain and like a joke.”
This attitude is commonplace (and not new either) - here's Aesop from about 600BC:
A country mouse invited his cousin who lived in the city to come visit him. The city mouse was so disappointed with the sparse meal which was nothing more than a few kernels of corn and a couple of dried berries.
The disdain of city dwellers for the culinary choices of folk from the sticks is reciprocated but there's still a tendency to see those upcountry, working class dishes as an ironic joke, something a bit naff or, worst of all, unhealthy, unpleasant muck. There is a snooty distaste from our metropolitan elite for Wetherspoons, Harvester and other pub eateries selling Sunday lunches, cheap steaks and jumbo fish all washed down with beer, cheap white wine and Coca-Cola. We're better than that is the tone and you're fat is the message.

To some in that metropolitan elite all this is just a bit "Brexit-y" - scotch eggs, corned beef, cheap lager, sandwich spread, spam, value baked beans and, of course, salad cream:




It's not, however, about Brexit just that leaving the EU acts as a sort of conduit for some of that snobbish disdain - typified by Yasmin Alibhai-Brown using 'shops filled with pie and chips' as a sort of anti-Brexit dog whistle, a position so snobbish that Iain Martin's conclusion is the best antidote:
This shows that Vote Leave missed a trick in June 2016. If they had promised on the side of their bus that Britain post-Brexit would have “shops full of pies” I suspect that Leave would have won the EU referendum by a bigger margin. If chips were also provided, it would have been a landslide among British men.

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Saturday, 7 December 2013

A major advance in human civilization...

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Hidden away beneath all the Mandela hagiography is this:

A BAKERY have come up with crust the job to beat the late-night munchies – a 24-hour hot pie vending machine.

Fisher & Donaldson, of St Andrews, have fitted the delicacy dispenser in the doorway of an empty shop next to them in the town centre.

It is proving to be a roaring success with revellers – and sold out of its products on its first night.

As well as hot pies, the machine sells sausage rolls and sweet treats such as fudge doughnuts, rhubarb pies and apple tarts.

Punters can choose from 15 options at the machine, with prices ranging from £1 to £2.

This is unquestionably a signifiant advance in human civilization - although there's always a nannying fussbucket to moan:

...one politician branded it “totally inappropriate”. Brian Thomson, Labour councillor for St Andrews, said: “I’m very surprised to see it located in such a prominent location. I’ve raised the matter with the council’s planners.”

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Sunday, 24 June 2012

Pork pie and piccalilli - the breakfast of kings!

...Or something like that!

Here some gala (or grosvenor or pork with egg down the middle) pie from Ellisons of Cullingworth accompanied by home-made piccalilli.

There is no better breakfast. No sir!

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Saturday, 11 June 2011

Harvest time is nearly upon us!

The gooseberries are looking fat and juicy - almost ready for picking. Bit I must be patient - must wait until the right moment, the time when a little pinkness creeps onto the berries - then we will gather them up.

And make pies, crumbles, jams...maybe ice cream from them. We'll hand out boxes of them to family, friends and neighbours. But come June next year, I'm pretty sure the freezer will reveal still more:

Isn't nature's bounty just great!