The Full English breakfast...
...at the Kings Head Hotel
...while the sheep remain inside their pen across the road.
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4 comments:
Hey, I think they burned your toast. Nice countryside, though--looks like something out of Thomas Hardy. Stay off the sidewalks!
If you're referring to the dark triangles on my plate, that's actually Black Pudding. Which, ironically enough, is NOT pudding. Rather, it's a mush-like blood sausage. The toast in the spirally thing north of the plate.
PS Not too up to snuff on my Thomas Hardy. Oliver Hardy though. He was great...
Blood Pudding...those crafty English bastards.
Thomas Hardy is the balls: late 19th century novelist--one of the very best of all time. Steeped in themes of irony and of man vs. an indifferent universe, but also darkly funny, with a mythic sense of the English countryside. If you ever have some time to explore it, Tess of the D'Urbervilles is a masterpiece, and other great ones include Jude the Obscure, Return of the Native, and The Mayor of Casterbridge.
Oh...you said Black Pudding...whatever.
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