I am half British, so it makes sense that I get to write this post.
Though it took me awhile to appreciate the food. I mean, it can seem a bit boiled and gray, especially for my Mom, Grandma and Great Grandma. They didn’t have Jamie Oliver, Gordon Ramsey or my own personal hero, Nigel Slater, to help them along.
They also didn’t have the immense ingredients available to them. In fact, my Grandmother and to this day my Mom still has a bit of the rationing mentality leftover. You should see the cans piled up at my parent’s place. There are just some things that tattoo themselves on you. Having enough cans to survive on for a good year or two is my Mom’s ink of choice.
The most confusing part of British food perhaps, is the terminology:
Fries are chips, and potato chips are crisps. A popsicle is a lolly, bangers are sausages and rasher is bacon. And just to confuse our Texas friends, biscuits are not those breakfast ones that you cover in gravy every morning, but cookies. They call shrimp prawns and rutabagas swedes.
And that’s just a few of them.
Beans on Toast is comforting to me in the way that I think most people feel comforted by ice cream or a glass or warm milk. It makes me think of my Mom and how she’s spent her whole life loving me unconditionally.
The recipe above is not how my Mom made it. I think she took a can of baked beans, heated them up in a pan, while she made whole wheat toast and then poured the beans on top.
See? Food doesn’t have to be fancy to be good.
** When in the UK, say take away instead of take out. You’ll save yourself a lot of time and trouble…