These Items are inclined to make me particularly nostalgic for my roots, for a culture I exiled myself from some twenty plus years ago with not the slightest intention of ever returning. The most numerous are foodstuffs, tastes, smells, appearances, edibles, alien to American culture, never seen on most market shelves, needing special ordering from canny importers whom avoid the many difficulties placed upon them by customs and excise officials.
I speak nominally of Heinz baked beans of course, a foodstuff as basic to the British psyche as peanut butter is here. Eaten hot on toasted bread, as a side with eggs or bangers, a mighty constituent of the traditional English breakfast, a favorite with patrons from three to one hundred and three years of age.
Secondly must come offal, those delicious innards so pointedly excluded from the Yankee diet. Liver, lungs, kidneys, hearts, brains, all and any component of the carcass so often wasted or perhaps alternatively fed to the family pet as unworthy of human consumption.
Thirdly fat, lard, suet, those wonderful components of the beasts anatomy that allow the cooking, roasting, brazing, frying, of all manner of delicious dishes, chips but to mention the most important of all. Chips meaning chipped potatoes, not crisps, those slivers of King Edwards, flavored with all kinds of diverse additives, sold salted in small prettily decorated bags in convenience stores and gas stations.
Fourthly, savory puddings and pies, baked in the oven, or boiled upon the hob in bubbling cauldrons, wonderous concoctions of meat and gravy wrapped deliciously in a parcel of flour dough or flaked suet.
Quite noticeably all these delicacies sound incredibly fattening, yet strangely the average Britain is comparatively lean. Perhaps due to the exercise, we like to walk a lot, maybe the chill, not a warm climate, or the constant rinsing in water, the rain do fall quite consistently. But most likely of all due to the total lack of corn sugar in any Britains diet.