So many things are coming up here that I am honestly starting to feel confused about where I come from. No, I’m not a born again American or anything like that but I’m now thinking hard about whenever I’ve ever eaten a pancake and wondering what the British equivalent is … if Americans pig out on them after a night on the tiles, while Brits have a kebab instead, then the breakfast equivalent must be a fried egg sandwich.
Probably.
I’m confusing myself now.
And my, this NaBloPoMo really does encourage one to spout forth such rubbish. But it’s quite fun!
xx jay
PS: vee makes her own muesli (pronounced “moo-zlee”) – I’m not THAT nice!
vee and jay... and bonus ball 
Posted by gypsygrrl on November 19, 2008 at 1:56 pm
ok. these posts are just serving to make me HUNGRY.
love,
the poor college student who has been surviving on granola bars and takeaway and has no time to get to the grocery store these days…
Posted by Att on November 19, 2008 at 8:48 pm
Man, I love pancakes. so much. But my Fil loves them even more than you can imagine. She dreams of pancakes, begs for pancakes when we decide to go for a midnight nosh.
Posted by Calliope on November 19, 2008 at 9:00 pm
so is it the British genes in me that make me love fried egg sammiches too???
Pancakes to me=FANCY breakfast. As in we have some leisure time to actually mix something up and cook it on a stove. There is also always the highly complicated way of serving pancakes. Because really- the pancake chef gets screwed flipping and serving pancakes and sweating over a hot stove while her pancakes get cold and clamy waiting for the cooking to be done. So if someone makes me pancakes I see it as a hugely selfish act of breakfast love.
um. yeah.
Posted by twoladiesinwaiting on November 20, 2008 at 1:23 am
Forget pancakes. Let’s talk scotch egg.
Posted by starrhillgirl on November 20, 2008 at 1:57 am
Why, oh why aren’t you showing up on my feed reader? I’ve missed all your NaBloPothingies. Until now. Just in time for the food.
I love a fried egg sandwich, btw.
Posted by Michelle on November 20, 2008 at 4:01 am
I think one of the great things about pancakes is: you can have them sweet or savory. And even better? CREPES. I just consider those thin pancakes. We Americans are just silly for the hot cakes 🙂
Posted by Kelly C. on November 20, 2008 at 4:37 am
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!! What is it about you Brits and your fried eggs???? A fried egg sandwich??? I can’t think of anything worse. Yech. My husband eats fried eggs with EVERYTHING. We have a perfectly nice meal for dinner, but no, he has to fry an egg to go with it. His family is the same way. They also eat Marmite, french fry sandwiches (WTF????), pickled everything and drink a hell of a lot of really nasty, cheap-tasting lager. I’ll take pancakes over those sorry excuses for food any day. 😉 We’re visiting the UK for 3 weeks over Christmas and I know I’ll end up living on Indian take-aways, sticky toffee pudding and Guinness as I normally do! The only good food/drink in the British Isles.
Posted by jay on November 20, 2008 at 2:15 pm
Kelly C, can I just say… we do NOT eat french fry sandwiches. We eat chip butties, which is quite different!!
Posted by Co on November 20, 2008 at 2:34 pm
Oh, we have a British-owned place called the Chip Shop near us that sells chip butties. Lo and I consider them a guilty pleasure.
Fried egg sandwiches are also a New Jersey think… fried egg and pepper sandwiches, specifically.
Posted by thechroniclesofconception on November 20, 2008 at 2:36 pm
I refuse to believe that you are capable of producing rubbish! 😉
Posted by reproducinggenius on November 20, 2008 at 5:57 pm
I love friend egg sandwiches. They were one of the first meals my younger brother learned to make, so at six or seven years old, he would offer them to me at all times of day, and he continued to do so when he lived with me for a year in college. They were his sure-fire hangover remedy when I had been out too late drinking too much whiskey. Ahh…good memories.
And I would never call this rubbish.
Posted by reproducinggenius on November 20, 2008 at 5:58 pm
Of course, “friend egg sandwiches” are something truly special, aren’t they? I know a certain writing teacher who needs to take her own advice and learn how to proofread.
Posted by little babushka on November 22, 2008 at 6:59 pm
MMMMM chip butties. The first time I met an American pancake, many years ago, I was appalled. I had expected a nice British pancake (crepe) with lemon and sugar. What a rip!