061112.Widcombe, The King and I

November 12, 2006 at 6:28 AM | Posted in Bath, Cathedrals and churches, Food, people, Supernatural, Widcombe | 9 Comments

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Pictured above: H., Me, and the King.

 

Last night in Widcombe’s St. Mark’s Church Community Center was the “16th Bath International Evening” with international residents and Bath Uni students representing their home country cuisines, and I represented the USA there.

 

I made it to the Pakistani table for their sweet rice, Tajikistani table for its honey-dipped fried pastry and raisins, Frech table’s meringue cookies, Scotish table’s Scotch shortbread cookies, and of course, Hsueh-Ping‘s Taiwanese table’s grand assortments, which as usual outstripped everyone else. (They even got a double table!)

Originally, I signed up so as to get a free ticket to try other people’s samples (You had to pay four pounds at the door for a 4 sample ticket). It soon turned into a contest between me and the nation of Taiwan, and in typical American fashion, it escalated from there. The damn dirty Dutchmen claimed historical rights over apple pies, etc., etc., and soon the whole world was stealing every shred of American cuisine.

 

So I strategically retreated to basics: potatoes and peanutbutter. No non-American can claim rights over those.

 

Another problem arose when I didn’t know if a sign would be provided, and since I lacked an American flag, I borrowed a photo frame containing my Iranian neighbor’s sister and slid in one of Elvis! Intrestingly, the reverse of the USA sign read “Dominica,” in case we were a no show.

 

I prepared a 5 gallon drum of penne pancetta (with onions, peppers and cream). A Taiwanese-Canadian neighbor helped me make two large bowls of the roasted garlic mash potatoes, and on site my Iranian neighbor turned out to have quite an eye for making the perfect peanutbutter and bananna sandwiches, naturally cut on the diagonal. We set a tall and leaning stack of sandwiches in front of the Elvis photo…and they went quickly. We had to prepare three new stacks before we finally closed up.

 

 

Everyone loved them, and they still loved Elvis who remains an international symbol. (Everything was eaten in the end.)

 

Otherwise, I took my picture with “The Right Worshipful The Mayor of Bath” but failed to impress upon her the appetite to try one of the peanutbutter and bananna sandwiches.

 

…and then He appeared. We had run out of plates so He couldn’t try any of the pasta or potatoes but he took a sandwich triangle and smiled. “Thank you, thank you very much” was all he said. Such a gentlemen.

 

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061110.Claverton Down, “C” is for Circus!

November 10, 2006 at 12:04 AM | Posted in Bath, Bath Abbey, Bathwick, Claverton Down, Food, Pulteney Bridge, river, River Avon, somerset, towns, University of Bath | 11 Comments

…or Carnie food or Claverton Down or…
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This past week I have been stuck indoors typing and my eating habits have subsequently suffered. As a result, I’ve been going to the campus cafeteria, which I really try to avoid, just to get something quick to eat. Anyway, I was eating this Spring Roll so fast last night that I only noticed there was printed text on it when it was nearly finished. All that remained was the letter “C,” beginning a word of clearly great significance.

I’m sure everyone has a horror story involving a Chicken McNugget, or something. However, maybe it’s just the 550 grams of coffee crystals I’ve dissolved and drank since 1st October but I’m curious about what my spring role was trying to tell me?! Just imagine, if you will, the effort of adding text to a spring role. And it was all for naught!

I figured it could be a decent post because of the Bath Archeological Trust’s Georgian/Modern Bath Ordnance Survey background. Please note yesterday’s Pulteney Bridge in the lower right corner connecting Bath and Bathwick by spanning the Avon and also the plan of John Wood the Elder’s famous King’s Circus in the upper left corner. And there, below the Circus, observe the “C” on my spring role.

Call it anything you like but British food has never disappointed my expectations of it. I was hungry and finished the spring role, letter, and all. Everything goes down well with instant coffee.

So tell me out there, WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

In the meantime, I’m going to enter C into Budapest DP’s daily quiz, and any other multiple choice quiz that I can find in the hopes of winning big!

UPDATE: “C” was the right answer! I’m pluggin’ it in again.

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