When you build a race car, you have to keep nourished. And as I’m building a British car, I figured some proper pub grub might help me develop some ethereal insight into the mystical engineering methods brought to bear on the Midget.
I pulled out my tattered copy of “The Complete and Unabridged Culinary Art of the British Isles” and studied it cover to cover. Took about 15 minutes – it’s only eight pages, three of which are advertising.
Anyway, seeing as St. Patty’s day is right around the corner, and about the only thing the Brits and the Irish can agree upon is Bangers and Mash, I called my butcher and asked if they could grind up some bangers for me. God only knows what’s in them, but after three weeks, he was able to source the proper spices and filler, and this morning, I picked up 3 lb’s.
Breakfast of champions!
Irish variation.
Now – back to the garage.