Remember, remember
Nov. 5th, 2015 12:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceMy informants tell me that Guy Fawkes Night is all but forgotten in the UK these days, certainly neglected in favour of that candy-coated Hallowe'en import thingie. This obviously makes it all the more incumbent upon we happy exiles, we emigrants, to look back in hunger at those blue remembered fireworks and do what we can to keep the bonfires burning, in the way of expats everywhere.
Tonight I will be feeding the Thursday horde on baked potatoes, with chilli and beans (separately, because here we have this bizarre notion that the only true chilli must be beanless, because somebody did it that way once in Texas or something) and cauliflower cheese and such. I was going to do sossidges, but actually I don't think we need them, and, y'know. If you want a proper British banger you have to make it yourself hereabouts, and that's more work than I'm up for today. I may put meatballs in the chilli. And I'll make apple cake, because baked apples are so seasonal but I don't really like 'em that much, so.
And we will drink to failed rebellions everywhere, and the King over the Water; and Dave will play a fanfare to the Immortal Memory (yes, yes, we're mixing traditions here; I don't care. If you're not careful I'll put the bloody beans in the bloody chilli, and then where will we be?), and what with one thing and another Guido will not be forgot. (I'm not quite sure that the author of the rhyme meant him to be memorialised in quite this way, but, y'know. Wrong but Romantic will win every time.)
Tonight I will be feeding the Thursday horde on baked potatoes, with chilli and beans (separately, because here we have this bizarre notion that the only true chilli must be beanless, because somebody did it that way once in Texas or something) and cauliflower cheese and such. I was going to do sossidges, but actually I don't think we need them, and, y'know. If you want a proper British banger you have to make it yourself hereabouts, and that's more work than I'm up for today. I may put meatballs in the chilli. And I'll make apple cake, because baked apples are so seasonal but I don't really like 'em that much, so.
And we will drink to failed rebellions everywhere, and the King over the Water; and Dave will play a fanfare to the Immortal Memory (yes, yes, we're mixing traditions here; I don't care. If you're not careful I'll put the bloody beans in the bloody chilli, and then where will we be?), and what with one thing and another Guido will not be forgot. (I'm not quite sure that the author of the rhyme meant him to be memorialised in quite this way, but, y'know. Wrong but Romantic will win every time.)