I have for you today irrefutable proof that English food is not “fucking disgusting”, but actually a delightful romp for all the senses.
If English food was so terrible, then how could we have come up with bubble & motherlovin’ squeak?
Exactly. I’ve got you there.
What’s not to love about B & S? You take leftover veggies, some mashed potato and then you fry it. Praise be to Maris Pipers.
And it’s a saviour too because if you take a bowl of leftover cabbage and spinach and rumble them into a salad, you are likely to die of food boredom on the spot.
So, boil your spuds – sweet or normal – and roughly mash them with a fork (as using an implement to thump out all the lumps is neither chic nor rebel) and add them to your warmed up leftover veg.
Then fry the mixture in a little oil like you would an omelette (so flatten out over the bottom of the pan, basically). Don’t touch it for a couple of minutes and then flip over with the spatula so the other side can brown too. Like with an omelette will likely fall apart. No matter, the taste speaks – or should I say, squeaks – for itself (sorry, had to).
You can mould the mixture into patties before frying but me? I’m not one for faff or mashed potato fingers, plus I’m a L-L-LAZY cook. It is so good, especially when served with an entire pot of Colman’s English mustard and onion gravy. Don’t forget the gravy.
English food? Fucking disgusting? I think not – though if you come at me with fatty lumps of meat in a stew, I will cut you.