bertiedog Posted October 7, 2011 Share Posted October 7, 2011 Bertiedog, I bow to your infinitely superior knowledge of Scrapple to mine. May it stay that way.................. Best, Pete. It's like the Marmite........ Love it ...or Hate it .......advertising campaign.......... Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
RMweb Gold Tony_S Posted October 7, 2011 RMweb Gold Share Posted October 7, 2011 In a small Polish Shop the other day, idly buying decent smoked sausages, ... After the supermarket haslet query, my son's next attempt to find something different for his sandwiches resulted in a phone call from a Polish shop. He was convinced that the ones he was looking at only appeared to contain E numbers. Though he did find something after making enquiries with the shop staff. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
RMweb Premium jamie92208 Posted October 7, 2011 RMweb Premium Share Posted October 7, 2011 We had home made rissoles regularly when i was grwoing up in the late 50's and 60's. I remember my mother making them from the left overs from the Sunday roast with the egg binding and a few breadcrumbs. I have many happy memories of the various combinations that Monday dinners were made from using Sundays leftovers. My particular favourite was cold brisket with fried cabbage and carrot and fried mashed potatoe with wamred up gravy. It was a delicious meal in my opinion. (The frying pan was a very large one that apparently one of the great aunts had carried on a suffragette rally to resist arrest, whether this is where the dent in the base came from I don't know.) As to the use of the word faggotts I nearly got into trouble at a family wedding when my nephew's Norwegian wife said how much she liked going to Ikea for the meatballs. I said "Oh you mean faggots" just as the garden around us went quiet, One or two of the other wedding guest's looked distincly uncomfortable at my legitinmate use of the word. Jamie Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
edcayton Posted October 7, 2011 Author Share Posted October 7, 2011 What have I done? Ed Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
simon hudson Posted October 7, 2011 Share Posted October 7, 2011 The mention earlier of peas pudding prompted my response the tinned variety is absolute cack I am marroned far from home and I tried it once urghhhh!! and as any self respecting Durham lad will tell you a ham and peas pudding stottie is the ambrosia of the gods, along with panaculty.I have now masterd the art of making my own..As far as the rissoles go, again home made can be delightful shop bought again urghhh!!. a bit off topic I now live in North Wales I find it very hard to get a good Beef sausage aparently it is a Northern thing, so the local butchers tell me. Who said there isn't a North South divide so I always stock up when I go home Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
trisonic Posted October 7, 2011 Share Posted October 7, 2011 Faggots can also mean bundles of kindling or sticks. Best, Pete. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Danemouth Posted October 7, 2011 Share Posted October 7, 2011 A staple diet for any serving RM in the 80's, along with Nasi Goren. Sunday brunch, after a 'run ashore', rissoles, eggs, snorkers, tinned tomatoes and fried bread. Outstanding! A nice low cholesterol meal Dave Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
RMweb Premium skipepsi Posted October 7, 2011 RMweb Premium Share Posted October 7, 2011 Maybe not but it absorbed the alcohol! You could get some sleep after watching the ones who had too much. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Q Posted October 7, 2011 Share Posted October 7, 2011 "In Britain, they seemed to be confined to the West Midlands, South Wales, and parts of North Somerset" Much of my family be from Wiltshire, Hampshire, and the Isle of Wight I can well remember my Grandmother (I.O.W. family) making faggots (and brawn) now I have to make do with the Brains variety in deepest Norfolk. My last rissole was probably in the RAF in the 1980's The Q Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
bertiedog Posted October 7, 2011 Share Posted October 7, 2011 "My last rissole was probably in the RAF in the 1980's".....now that's a line you don't often hear !.......... Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Horsetan Posted October 7, 2011 Share Posted October 7, 2011 Bertiedog, I bow to your infinitely superior knowledge.................. Like Stephen Fry, he is superior to virtually all of us. There is literally nothing the fella doesn't know! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xerces Fobe2 Posted October 7, 2011 Share Posted October 7, 2011 http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B34tZwMMh7E/SMyYsB-9bOI/AAAAAAAAA8g/6XegIcMZzU8/s1600-h/Rissoles I suddenly don't feel hungry anymore! XF Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
trisonic Posted October 8, 2011 Share Posted October 8, 2011 Like Stephen Fry, he is superior to virtually all of us. There is literally nothing the fella doesn't know! Huh? I thought he was Stephen Fry? I enjoyed his drive around the 'States in a London Taxi............. Best, Pete. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Horsetan Posted October 8, 2011 Share Posted October 8, 2011 Huh? I thought he was Stephen Fry? I enjoyed his drive around the 'States in a London Taxi............. The drive in freezing conditions was particularly funny to watch! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
RMweb Premium Welly Posted October 8, 2011 RMweb Premium Share Posted October 8, 2011 At boarding school, pease pudding reminded me of babies' doings until I was hungry enough to try it and found that I liked it but since I left school I have not had it again. Rissoles probably contains the most disgusting anatomy of the pig which rhymes perfectly! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
station cat Posted October 9, 2011 Share Posted October 9, 2011 Mmm rissoles. I used to love those back in the day when there was a local butcher to make and sell the things - as I recall the exterior was breaded and the interior quite a bright pink. What was actually in them I have no idea. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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