This is what the Princess says when we have Yorkshire pudding for dinner. It is her favourite food, ranking ahead, even, of smarties. This is necessary background for what follows.
Little American girl in cafe: I’m 5 and I’m from Tennessee.
Princess: I’m 4 and I’m from Brussels.
Little American girl: I’m going to live in Brussels.
Princess: But I’m really Irish.
Little American girl (slightly baffled but riposting gamely): I was born in New York.
Princess (delightedly): Where Yorkshire pudding is from!
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Ezra too ranks yorkshire puddings above all other foodstuffs. I am a yorkshire lass born and bred- and am moving my entire brood there in less than too weeks, so he can make yorkshire puddings (in order to impress his ‘new’ yorks family)
Really? I had no idea.
Frankly, I don’t understand all the fuss about yorkshire pudding. It’s not even pudding, is it.
Well, that’s clearly a case of a young Irish Abroad with commendable taste….. there’s a lot to be said for a Yorkshire Pudding with a splash of good, animal-in gravy. And roast potato. And animal. Preferably a good bit of beef.
Hmm. I guess I haven’t lived since I have never tasted yorkshire pudding. You’d think I was from Massachusetts or something.