Mom kept warning me that the sausages are different here so of course I had to try them. As Carolyn would say, "I just love mixed meats." They were rather mild and not as spicy or flavorful as most American sausages but I enjoyed them immensely.
We were going to do some pub hopping after we got back from Leed's Castle, Dover, Canterbury Cathedral, and Greenwich, but once we got to the 'Ye Olde Chesire Cheese' pub (an old hang-out of Dickens'), we were just so famished that we blew through appetizers and main course at the one pub.
Dessert was at a different location, however. I was so excited when I read the plaque over Fuller's Pub (located in the Old Bank of England--gorgeous) that talked about Sweeney Todd murdering his victims in the passages under the bank. I'd never realized that he was actually a real person. Except it was completely false. He really is only fiction. (That is, if you trust Wikipedia.)
I know it's morbid, but it was still exciting. We didn't have any meat pies at that pub, but the bread puddings--mmm. Delicious.
Mom also keeps talking about being homesick. Every time she mentions it, I just say, "I can't be homesick. I don't have a home right now."
But I am feeling a bit of heart pain. No, it's not heartburn from the bangers. I miss a lot of faces, smiles, and twinkling eyes.
Oof. It was such a lovely day and now I feel a little miserable. Time go curl up next to Joseph.
(Sorry that this post is only about food. It's my one weakness.)
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