Scotch Egg Quotes

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In Britain, a cup of tea is the answer to every problem. Fallen off your bicycle? Nice cup of tea. Your house has been destroyed by a meteorite? Nice cup of tea and a biscuit. Your entire family has been eaten by a Tyrannosaurus Rex that has travelled through a space/time portal? Nice cup of tea and a piece of cake. Possibly a savoury option would be welcome here too, for example a Scotch egg or a sausage roll.
David Walliams (Mr Stink)
Alice finds a packet of scotch eggs in someone's bag. And then there's nothing more to do other then to put on as many clothes as we can fit into, and wait: for the troops, sleep, or asphyxiation from pete's toxic egg farts, which ever comes first.
Kirsty McKay (Undead (Undead, #1))
sweet music It beats love because there aren’t any wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or Ives or Stravinsky or Mozart. She boils the eggs counting the seconds out loud: 56, 57, 58…she peels the eggs, brings them to me in bed. After breakfast it’s the same chair and listen to the classical music. She’s on her first glass of scotch and her third cigarette. I tell her I must go to the racetrack. She’s been here about 2 nights and 2 days. “When will I see you again?” I ask. She suggests that might be up to me. I nod and Mozart plays.
Charles Bukowski (Love is a Dog from Hell)
A PICNIC IS NOT AN ADVENTURE! Excuse me, but at thirty-eight and over six foot, trying to sit cross-legged on the ground to eat a meal is a total adventure. Have you ever attempted to eat with a plastic knife and fork, off a paper plate, while balancing the plate on your knee? And in company? That's an adventure. I tried to cut into my pork pie and the knife broke, then my Scotch egg rolled off the plate and into some mud. What does one do in that situation? Wipe off the mud, and eat it anyway? Risky. I peeled off the meaty outside and ate the boiled egg. Result. And, once, on the beach, I sat down with fish and chips (not strictly a picnic, but still hardcore al fresco eating) and a seagull swooped down and took the whole fish from my box! It was terrifying. So don't you go telling me that picnics aren't an adventure, thanking you muchly.
Miranda Hart (Is It Just Me?)
Let the chromosomes be represented by the keyboard of a grand piano-a very grand piano with thousands of keys. Then each key will be a gene. Every cell in the body carries a microscopic but complete keyboard in its nucleus. But each specialised cell is only permitted to sound one chord, according to its specialty-the rest of its genetic keyboard has been inactivated by scotch tape. The fertilised egg, and the first few generations of its daughter cells, had the complete keyboard at their disposal. But succesive generations have, at each 'point of no return', larger and larger areas of it covered by scotch tape. In the end, a muscle cell can only do one thing: contract-strike a single chord. The scotch tape is known in the language of genetics as the 'repressor'. The agent which strikes the key and activates the gene is an 'inducer'. A mutated gene is a key which has gone out of tune. When quite a lot of key have gone quite a lot out of tune, the result, we were asked to believe, was a much improved, wonderful new melody- a reptile transformed into a bird, or a monkey into a man. It seems that at some point the theory must have gone wrong. The point where it went wrong was the atomistic concept of the gene.
Arthur Koestler (The Ghost in the Machine)
In early August, Bill Virdon was fired and replaced by Billy Martin. Virdon’s dismissal left Elston with mixed feelings: He was glad to be reunited with Billy, his old friend and teammate, but once again he was hurt because he had been snubbed for the job he so badly wanted. We loved Billy. At heart, he was a nice person, very generous. Billy’s problem was that he was an alcoholic. One time we were in Kansas City for the playoffs; he joined us for breakfast and ordered eggs and scotch. When Billy was drunk he could be a pretty rotten person; he got into fights. But
Arlene Howard (Elston: The Story of the First African-American Yankee)
So when I get home, I go shopping. I fill the cart with steak, fish, broccoli, avocados, canned squid, tuna, tomato juice, romaine lettuce, sour cream, and cashews—tubs of cashews, because they’ll be my go-to temptation snuffer. Also on the “yes” list: eggs, cheese, whole cream, dry white wine, Scotch, and salsa. But no fruit, breads, rice, potatoes, pasta, or honey. No beans, which means no tofu or soy of any stripe. No chips, no beer, no milk or yogurt. No deli ham or roast beef, either, since they’re often cured in sugar. Turkey was fine if you cooked it yourself, but even then you have to be careful. I thought I’d hit the perfect multi-meal solution when I came across a stack of small Butterballs in the frozen food section, and only as an afterthought did I check the label and discover they were sugar-injected.
Christopher McDougall (Natural Born Heroes: Mastering the Lost Secrets of Strength and Endurance)
So when I get home, I go shopping. I fill the cart with steak, fish, broccoli, avocados, canned squid, tuna, tomato juice, romaine lettuce, sour cream, and cashews—tubs of cashews, because they’ll be my go-to temptation snuffer. Also on the “yes” list: eggs, cheese, whole cream, dry white wine, Scotch, and salsa. But no fruit, breads, rice, potatoes, pasta, or honey. No beans, which means no tofu or soy of any stripe. No chips, no beer, no milk or yogurt. No deli ham or roast beef, either, since they’re often cured in sugar. Turkey was fine if you cooked it yourself, but even then you have to be careful. I thought I’d hit the perfect multi-meal solution when I came across a stack of small Butterballs in the frozen food section, and only as an afterthought did I check the label and discover they were sugar-injected. “Garbanzos are pretty moderate glycemically,” I emailed Maffetone after I’d done a little research on my own. “So I’d like to lobby for
Christopher McDougall (Natural Born Heroes: Mastering the Lost Secrets of Strength and Endurance)
(1) Butterbeer and Ice Cream Floats Treat yourself with the ultimate mug of happiness. It has practically everything we all die for; cream, ice cream, and butterbeer. It serves as an excellent beverage for the table when there are special celebrations around. It's warming and soothing to the core. It does take a little extra time and is made with many ingredients, but it will be all worth it. Makes: 4 Cooking Time: 10 minutes Duration: 20 minutes Ingredient Checklist: For the Dark Butterscotch Caramel Sauce: 1 cup whole milk 1 3/4 cups dark brown sugar ¼ cup butter ½ cup heavy whipping cream 2 teaspoons vanilla extract 1 teaspoon sea salt 2 tablespoons Scotch whiskey 2 tablespoons molasses For the No-Churn Caramel Coconut Ice Cream: 4 cups whole milk 1 ½ cups sugar 2 cups full-fat coconut milk ¼ cup cornstarch 8 egg yolks 4 tablespoons butter ½ teaspoons salt 2 teaspoons vanilla ¼ cup prepared caramel For the Butterbeer: 1 ½ cups carbonated water 1 teaspoon strong black coffee ¼ teaspoon vanilla extract 3 ½ tablespoons prepared caramel 1 tablespoon whipping cream ½ teaspoons cocoa powder 3 - 4 drops cider vinegar 1 dash salt 1 dash nutmeg 1 dash cinnamon 1 dash ginger HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH How to Cook: For the Caramel: Mix brown sugar with milk, butter, cream, salt and molasses in a saucepan on medium heat. Boil the mixture and stir cook for 10 minutes until it darkens. Stir in bourbon then reduce the heat. Cook for 5 minutes. Add vanilla and mix well. Allow it cool and store in a sealed container. For the No-Churn Coconut Caramel Ice Cream: Beat egg yolks with sugar in a large bowl. Stir in salt, cornstarch, and milk. Transfer the mixture to a cooking pan. Stir cook for 8 minutes on low heat then turns off the heat. Add vanilla, caramel, and butter and mix well. Strain the mixture through the mesh strainer into a container. Refrigerate for 30 minutes. Meanwhile, beat coconut milk until fluffy. Pour the cream into ice cream mixture and mix well. Freeze overnight. For the Butterbeer Floats: Mix all the ingredients for butterbeer except carbonated water at the bottom of a mug. Add a cup of carbonated water and place 2 scoops of coconut ice cream. Serve immediately.
M. Rock (The Great Hall: The Hogwarts Dining Hall Menu: Dining Hall Dishes for Witches and Wizards)
I look at the selection behind the glass. There are a few pasties and pastries, things like Scotch eggs and potato salad, as well as sliced meat and wrapped cuts. "Can I have a Scotch egg and..." The man's hand reaches for the Scotch egg at the top of the pile and wraps it in thin plastic, then places it on the counter. "...a cheese and... bacon pastry thing..." I point, and he gets a small paper bag from behind him and uses tongs to pick the pastry up. "And one of those sausages, maybe a couple of those smaller sausages too, some potato salad---and yeah... um... do you have, like, some pig blood?
Claire Kohda (Woman, Eating)
The Scotch Beltane, till lately, was observed in the Hebrides with something more heathen than the fire. The people lighted the fire by the old fashion of friction with two pieces of wood, and then ate the consecrated cake indulged in by pagan Syrians. The Scotch had the mixture of eggs, milk, and oatcake. This was broken up, and distributed among the assembly. Whoever got the black bit, hidden in the cake, was considered worthy of sacrifice to Baal, as the cailteach bealtine. He was pushed into the fire, though soon rescued, and afterwards had to leap three times through the flames. The term Beltane carline was ever a name of reproach.
James Bonwick (Irish Druids And Old Irish Religions)
On the table behind the built-in bar stood opened bottles of gin, bourbon, scotch, soda, and other various mixers. The bar itself was covered with little delicacies of all descriptions: chips, dips, and little crackers and squares of bread laced with the usual dabs of egg salad and sardine paste. There was a platter of delicious fried chicken wings and a pan of potato-and-egg salad dressed with vinegar. Bowls of lives and pickles surrounded the main dishes, along with trays of red crabapples and little sweet onions on toothpicks. But the centerpiece of the whole table was a huge platter of succulent and thinly sliced roast beef set into an underpan of cracked ice. Upon the beige platter each slice of rare meat had been lovingly laid out and individually folded up into a vulval pattern with a tiny dab of mayonnaise at the crucial apex. The pink-brown folded meat around the pale cream-yellow dot formed suggestive sculptures that made a great hit with all the women present. Petey– at whose house the party was being given and the creator of the meat sculptures– smilingly acknowledged the many compliments on her platter with a long-necked graceful nod of her elegant dancer’s head.
Audre Lorde (Zami: A New Spelling of My Name)
How do we celebrate Easter?’ the old poet demanded, yanking Peter’s Scotch from Clara and downing it. ‘We hunt eggs and eat hot cross buns.’ ‘Mais, we go to St Thomas’s too,’ said Monsieur Béliveau. ‘More people go to Sarah’s Boulangerie than ever show up at church,’ snapped Ruth. ‘They buy pastry with an instrument of torture on it. I know you think I’m crazy, but maybe I’m the only sane one here.’ And on that disconcerting note she limped to the door, then turned back.
Louise Penny (The Cruelest Month (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #3))