Saga of a woman old enough to know better who lets her life be governed by the ridiculous hobby of breeding and showing dogs, musing on life, the twenty first century, Cameron and his mini-me, and the occasional sheep.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008


One of the few prospering shops on the Main Street is the Polish Deli. It`s never empty. And recently it has expanded into the promising field of Pizza.

They are of course truly Polish Pizzas, filled with Polish specialities.

There is a Masurian Farmer`s Pizza with sausage, pork and sauerkraut on top of the tomato and cheese. And a Warsaw Mermaid, prominently feaaturing Pickled herring.

I began to wonder why we had never developed regional pizzas here. A Welsh Pizza with leeks and laverbread? What would a Scottish Pizza feature? Venison? Salmon?

A friend put me right.

"Aye, it would certainly sell. Let me see - you`d want a standard base with cheese and tomato, then bung on a deep-fried pie and a big dollop of curry sauce. It would go well when the pubs close. You could call it the Braveheart Pizza."

Brave heart indeed.

Even braver stomach.
Mince & tatties pizza, with extra toppings of deep-fried Mars bar and haggis, drizzled with heather honey and washed down with Irn-Bru!
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