I invested a lot of time recently, dreaming up exciting and excruciatingly funny titles for today's blog. Some I winced at with withering mirth, others I bellowed at with convivial glee. Actually, in truth, "a couple of faggots for tea" was the best I managed, and for that I am truly sorry.
There is something titterworthy about the word, "faggot". In America, though, it has a slightly more derogatory connotation. Having once been a defamatory word for homosexuals, it now seems to have achieved the heady status of generic, mainstream slur.
Faggots for tea, however is a totally different ball-game. A faggot is a meatball made of pork and liver (and other cuts of offal dependent on which brand you happen to be eating), mixed with some onion, basic spices and encased in natural membrane. I made an onion gravy to cook mine in and served them with potato wedges and finely shredded cabbage.
I cannot bring myself to eat liver in its purest form, indeed I have no desire to eat kidneys, heart or tongue. I can, however, squeeze a faggot in - and I eat them with great gusto (and in this case with a cold glass of Gavi).
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