I don’t think I’d ever had a scotch egg before, so when Sub-Evil Boy saw them in the grocery store and asked about them, we got a few to try. All through the experience I kept thinking of the splendiferous Half Man Half Biscuit song "24 hour garage people", with the bit:
Two scotch eggs
and a jar of Marmite
Two scotch eggs
and a jar of Marmite
Two scotch eggs
and a jar of Marmite
What sandwiches have you got?
I enjoyed the scotch egg in a "Oh, my arteries are really not happy about this" sort of way. He didn’t even get that far. I doubt we’ll try this again, but I’m glad to have added it to my culinary experiences. (For those who aren’t familiar with such things, a scotch egg is essentially a boiled egg in a casing of breaded sausage-y meat – pork in this case.)
The tomatoes came from a local green grocer and were absolutely gorgeous. Sweet, almost like a piece of good fruit. Having those with my sandwich at lunch as been a real treat :-).
