There are but a few culinary
offerings which transgress both class and wealth - and fish and
chips is certainly one. It is noted that Her Majesty the Queen is
partial to a regular serving of Dover Sole, fresh from the shores
of Ireland. One can be fairly sure, however, that this would be
presented, not with roughly cut chips fried in thrice used fat,
but more likely with sauté potatoes or perhaps even fresh
garden peas. Indeed it is fairly certain that she has never eaten
in the traditional manner - the common method being direct from
an envelope shaped ingeniously from wrapped newspaper, which is
invariably one of the 'tabloid' variety.
The robustness and longevity
of the fish and chip supper is evident when one considers the demise
of many similar foodstuffs laid low by the message for us all to
be HEALTHY. The new enemy is now fat, and the armies of the deep
fried are no match for the Gods of the Low Cholesterol. However,
pockets of resistance remain extant, and the humble chip stands
alone in defense of its salt water Monarch, whether it be Cod, Haddock
or Plaice. Even surprise attacks from its allies the burger or that
most cunning of enemies 'fillet o' fish,' are no match for the masses
that assemble on Friday, ready to march from the pan into the mouths
of its new hosts.
It is said that when the Ravens
fly from the Tower of London, England will be forsaken. Perhaps
also the same could said when the final portion of fish and chips
is lost to memory.
If you're not in Merrie Olde
England, you can make it yourself. Get a recipe for Fish
and Chips
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thanks Chris for this article.
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