The epitome of Middle England, you prefer your Hovis to ciabatta and believe that England can win the cup this time round. You still feel frequent stirrings of patriotism, but deep down you know the world has moved on from the Empire and warm beer on village greens.
You are 86% English. Congratulations! You may now take your place as a subject of Her Majesty. "And did those feet In ancient times, Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God In England's pleasant pastures seen?" Well, no, but it's a cracking good tune
For Christianity, by identifying truth with faith, must teach-and, properly understood, does teach-that any interference with the truth is immoral. A Christian with faith has nothing to fear from the facts
“I ask no favor for my sex. All I ask of our brethren is that they take their feet off our necks.” ~ Ruth Bader Ginsburg, paraphrasing Sarah Moore Grimké
Oh not at all, tsk tsk. Such bad manners! First the jam - then lick the knife clean - then plunge it into the communal cream pot
For Christianity, by identifying truth with faith, must teach-and, properly understood, does teach-that any interference with the truth is immoral. A Christian with faith has nothing to fear from the facts
And who spoils nice tea with milk and sugar? You have to drink that horrible tannic shit to do that. That awful crap the Chinese fobbed off on the Eng ... oh.
If there's one thing I hate more than peeing after asaparagus, it's what happens the day after roast beetroot. I always forget and next morning I've got the doctor on speed dial before I remember
For Christianity, by identifying truth with faith, must teach-and, properly understood, does teach-that any interference with the truth is immoral. A Christian with faith has nothing to fear from the facts
MajGenl.Meade wrote:If there's one thing I hate more than peeing after asaparagus, it's what happens the day after roast beetroot. I always forget and next morning I've got the doctor on speed dial before I remember
Beets are nasty, satan's vegetable. No beet will ever be allowed in our house!
For Christianity, by identifying truth with faith, must teach-and, properly understood, does teach-that any interference with the truth is immoral. A Christian with faith has nothing to fear from the facts
England's so-called national customs have little emotional hold on you. You're aware of your roots but you're happy to take on board the best of other cultures.
Not too far wrong actually...
And the second:
You are 88% English.
Congratulations! You may now take your place as a subject of Her Majesty. "And did those feet In ancient times, Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God In England's pleasant pastures seen?" Well, no, but it's a cracking good tune.
"Cream" meaning clotted cream. On scones. Always before jam. Ugh MGM, you colonial you.
“I ask no favor for my sex. All I ask of our brethren is that they take their feet off our necks.” ~ Ruth Bader Ginsburg, paraphrasing Sarah Moore Grimké
Clotted cream has been described as having a "nutty, cooked milk" flavour,[4] and a "rich sweet flavour" with a texture that is grainy, sometimes with oily globules on the crusted surface.[5][6] It is a thick cream, with a very high fat content (a minimum of 55%, but an average of 64%); in the United States it would be classified as butter.[7]
Well that settles it then...
Nobody outside the loony bin would first spread on jam and then spread on butter...
Guinevere wrote:"Cream" meaning clotted cream. On scones. Always before jam. Ugh MGM, you colonial you.
Oh so true Living in Bloem I'd almost forgotten clotted cream... of course clotted cream before jam, otherwise it's impossible to spread. The denser material must form the base - like peanut butter under marmite, or lemon curd under fish paste.
And Joe, beetroot does not evidence itself in urine but in.... well, never mind
And LJ, you probably know a lot more about clots than I
For Christianity, by identifying truth with faith, must teach-and, properly understood, does teach-that any interference with the truth is immoral. A Christian with faith has nothing to fear from the facts
MajGenl.Meade wrote:
Oh so true Living in Bloem I'd almost forgotten clotted cream... of course clotted cream before jam, otherwise it's impossible to spread.
I believe the word you're looking for is 'dollop' Meade, not 'spread'.
Why is it that when Miley Cyrus gets naked and licks a hammer it's 'art' and 'edgy' but when I do it I'm 'drunk' and 'banned from the hardware store'?
“If you trust in yourself, and believe in your dreams, and follow your star. . . you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.”
Living in Bloem I'd almost forgotten clotted cream... of course clotted cream before jam, otherwise it's impossible to spread. The denser material must form the base - like peanut butter under marmite, or lemon curd under fish paste.
