No, that's not an oxymoron. British food is in the midst of a renaissance! Sadly, none of that kind of food is shown here. What is shown is a sampling of treats from Ed's recent trip to England to visit family for his parents 50th wedding anniversary.
Sidebar: I'm hanging up the apron for a couple of weeks. Actually, I'm just taking a brief blogging break as part of an experiment I'm doing for a church lesson. Stay tuned...
First, the lovely Jim and Freda Gilmore. Happy anniversary and thank you for raising such a fine son. (And, I might add, instilling in him a love for ironing and laundry, for which I will be forever grateful.)
First, the lovely Jim and Freda Gilmore. Happy anniversary and thank you for raising such a fine son. (And, I might add, instilling in him a love for ironing and laundry, for which I will be forever grateful.)


Because the Grimsby/Cleethorpes area is right on the coast, you get the best fish & chips in England. Better than London. Better than anywhere.

The coast may not be pristine, but it used to be one of the biggest fishing ports in the world, and can still crank out some excellent fish & chips.

Part of the seafront is the infamous Pier 39 Club you see in the distance. No food, I think, but I'd wager that Ed spent many nights dancing away here in his youth.



1 comment:
some looked yummy (lamb dinner, doughnut), some gross (the full english and mushy pees).
you CAN'T stop blogging. What will I read?!
Mean!
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