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Confessions from the new New Frontier

“Miss, are you gonna fold the slice?”

Sunday, September 4, 2011 - 5:45 am - I was standing in the pizza place near my school in the Bronx, having just accepted a paper plate full of bubbling cheese. The voice belonged to Astrid, one of my classroommate Vanessa’s advisees. Astrid is a recent NYC transplant from California, and I understood immediately the purpose of her question, which essentially asks, “Are [...]

A Mother’s Day tribute

Monday, May 9, 2011 - 2:43 am - I tend to think that these minor, dare I say manufactured, holidays–Valentine’s Day, Mother’s and Father’s Days–are pretty arbitrary. Did I send my mom flowers this weekend? Of course I did, and I’m glad that there is a reminder on the calendar that I should do something like that. Mother’s Day could be any weekend, [...]

No Cure for “luf-longyng”

Tuesday, January 4, 2011 - 4:16 pm - [NB: This post is a scan of my brain that I don't expect will make sense to anyone who doesn't feel exactly the way I feel and like exactly the same things I like.] Unabashedly, I mostly turn to pop music when faced with life’s most emotional questions. Maybe that is only because my favorite authors [...]

Things my cover letter won’t tell you…

Sunday, September 19, 2010 - 3:49 pm - In the past few weeks, I have invested myself in finding a job worth having. To this end, I have, draft by draft, been fine-tuning the cover letter to an exact science. It goes something like this: Dear Courtesy Title, Expression of interest in specific position and experience in/passion for the general field. Rattle off [...]

Mushy Peas? Just Say No

March 4, 2008

People in the U.K. endure a lot of comments about their food. IMHO, not all such comments are undeserved. The comedian Mike Myers, for example, is alleged to have said, “My theory is that all of Scottish cuisine is based on a dare.” He may have been envisioning a haggis-based scenario like this:

Scot #1: Now, laddie, are ye worthy to call yourself a Scot? I dare ye to eat this oatmeal mixed with sheep heart and liver.
Scot #2: Aye, I’m eating it…(chews and swallows resolutely)
Scot #1: Now I’m adding the sheep lungs. Are ye with me, laddie?
Scot #2: Aye…(chewing slows)
Scot #1: Now, laddie, we boil it up inside the sheep stomach and add a bit o’ this and that…
Scot #2: (face fades to green)…um, is it too late to change my mind?

The Mitre Pub, 24 Craven Terrace,  Bayswater, London,  W2 3QHSomething similar must be going on in England. It’s the only explanation I have for the mushy peas, a staple of pub food and apparently a traditional accompaniment to fish and chips.

I was sitting in The Mitre Pub in London with Marge and Elizabeth when Elizabeth and I decided to share a plate of fish and chips. The menu said something about mushy peas, but we didn’t know what that meant and didn’t pay much attention.

In due course, the fish and chips arrived at our table, looking pretty much like what you see in the picture. I’d like to say that the green of the peas was less fluorescent, but that wouldn’t be true. I have no idea how that green was achieved. Fish, chips and mushy peas...Artificial coloring seems the obvious explanation, but I really don’t know. The color, however, was only the first of three surprises for us.

I took a small forkful of the peas and was astonished to find they were served cold! Then the peculiar taste began to register, but what was it? What was it? It took us some time to figure it out. The flavor was mint!

On the flight home, I asked the English woman seated next to me about mushy peas. She drew a deep breath and explained how the things are made. You soak dried peas overnight in water mixed with what she called “a tablet of bicarbonate of soda.” Then you boil them for two or three hours, until they have cooked down to mush (hence the name). Then you add butter, salt, pepper and mint.*

She made a face and confessed that she hated mushy peas. I’m with her.

MEMO to self for future trips to London: when they offer mushy peas, just say no.

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* This explains the consistency and taste, but not the toxic waste color!

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