I disagree with that piggy baking pan being a bad gift. That is a brilliant tool for baking! Pigs in blankets in the UK are just sausages wrapped in bacon, no batter involved.

Welcome to the madness of small Scottish villages! It was a law that if there were no survivors of a shipwreck, the residents could help themselves. I think killing the monkey was so the courts could not say there was a survivor of the wreck. I don’t know if it’s actually true, but this happened around 1800 not last…

I’m in my thirties and I’ll ask anyone their age as much as I like. I will admit I was wrong about high teas not being a thing in Scotland. My parents did grow up in the more deprived areas of Glasgow. The oil industry was the best thing that ever happened to them.

Since you’re knowledgable about Scottish history,…

How old are you then? And I should apologise, what I meant to say was that high teas were non-existent amongst the working class as a regular thing. When you had an outside toilet, who could afford a high tea? Maybe if you had a bit of money, but it was just a posh thing for people with money.

It is right, you condescending twat, I have heard of high teas and have been to the Kelvingrove museum loads of times. But my Glaswegian parents grew up dirt poor and could barely afford food nevermind high teas. It was not a regular thing at all for them, even less so in Aberdeenshire.

Exactly! The whole concept was non-existant in my part of Scotland until about 15 years ago when it became fashionable. High tea is the term I know it as.

In fact, I think anyone can make a high tea at home, even if you think you can’t. You just need some various sandwiches with different filling cut into triangles…

Tea in this country is usually going to be drunk without cakes and sandwiches on a tiered stand because high tea was more a thing with upperclass folk with money. I’ve made high tea before because it IS a nice meal, especially with curried sausage rolls! Actually, a high tea can be anything you make it. Just get some…

You’re a way bigger cunt than Elliot is. He was just born in the wrong body

And don’t tell me saying the C word is wrong. I’m from the UK, Scotland to be specific. It’s a word to describe idiots in the harshest terms

At first glance I thought that box said “made with 100% real gheese” and wondered where the misspelt goose meat was on the pizza. Shame it seems a bit shit, because half the fun of the Christmas period is the weird and strangely wonderful food that companies release. There was one year where some supermarkets in the…

I don’t know anyone who eats the plain digestives. The chocolate ones on the other hand? Us British will shove everyone out the way for one!

America needs to embrace British biscuits and not just cookies. They go nice with coffee

You also can just figuratively roll over and relax with leftovers after a home dinner rather than bothering with travelling home. At least that how it works with the Christmas dinner in the UK

Chicken liver pate is the best use of the livers. Smooth, delicious and goes well with a cheese board.

It’s a good ingredient for making alot of Chinese takeaway dishes such as Sweet and Sour and rib marinade at home. Ketchup’s alright, but I prefer to dip my chips in sweet chili sauce

I’m more a fan of carbonara than spag bol. And to be fair, I’m pretty sure there’s alot of nicknames for food that Americans use that sound just as ridiculous to our British ears!

I’d have kicked off and called Hardy a “fucking cunt” as well if he was that late for a job I was working on.

Nah, I’m good thanks. Cheese shouldn’t be easily pumpable

Agreed. Having beef broth while at a football match is perfectly normal. Wanting to put alcohol in it? Sounds like a waste of the alcohol AND the broth. I like both soup and booze and would never combine the two

Just have chicken soup without alcohol like a normal person

We bought the green and purple ketchups to try them and they honestly looked vile dripping out of our test burgers. There’s a reason they’re no longer sold

It’s sister rival/sworn enemy Lidl is also know for it’s middle aisle of goodies, and they’re decent quality. I bought some base layer trousers from Lidl right before Storm Arwen knocked out the power in my bit of the UK for 2 days, and those £8 trousers were worth every penny when I was struggling to stay warm.