Two scotch eggs and a jar of Marmite

One scotch egg (No jar of Marmite)
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 :-).

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Gosh, but I love trains

Coming into the station #1

I really do love riding on trains. I also really like city buses, especially double deckers – I’m a sucker for sitting in the front up top and gawking at the world. For longer trips, though, trains just rule. The space, comfort, and ability to get up and move around some are all just splendiforous. All of which makes it super sad that trains are all but dead in the States, and all the more fun to get to ride them when we’re over in Europe. I’ve had three happy train rides since we got here: The return from Ipswich after dropping off the rental car, and to and from London from my day at the British Museum with Cory and Mary. (The photo above is from the Colchester Railway Station while I was waiting for my train to London.)

The sad thing is that the rail prices have reached a point here, where for three of us it’s often cheaper to rent a car than to take the train. Big sigh. Still, I’m sure we’ll take the train whenever we go to London, ’cause no one in their right mind would want to drive there if they could help it.

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