Craving
A ploughman's lunch. I first tried one in the London Heathrow airport. Probably not the most prudent choice, but I liked it nonetheless. That would really hit the spot right now. That or an egg salad sandwich.
posted by CamoBunny at 10:57 AM
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Hmm ... do you want to find out what a ploughman's lunch is, or do you want me to tell you? If you don't want to wait to find out, you could look it up on a search engine. If you want me to tell you, I want to tell it right, so I need a little time. Composing a description for such a phenomenon deserves at least a little time. (I'm sleepy and supposed to be studying for boards.)
Forget boards. I want to tell you about it.
I'll start with a boring story about back when I was a kid. Back when I was a kid, I read a lot of stories. In some of them, the protagonist would be a working man, or a traveling man. On occasion he would take a break from his tasks/adventures and untie the corners of his kerchief bundle, wherein lay his provisions.
Okay, what was usually in there? Nothing that would rot without refrigeration, right? Nothing expensive or fancy. Something simple, hearty, and satisfying (mostly because of hungry he must have been). This is the tale of the ploughman's lunch.
A hunk of cheese. Usually Stilton or Cheddar. Not American orange cheddar— Old school, crumbly, aged cheddar, with a complex flavor. A crusty hunk of hearty bread. A sweet pickle, or some little gherkins, perhaps a relish of some sort. And pickled onions.
There are many variations. Sometimes lettuce is added, sometimes a piece of fruit. In any case, the meal is an example of harmonious flavours in balanced simplicity.
Unfortunately, there is not the tradition behind this meal that its name would suggest. It's pub grub, invented in the 1970's by the UK catering industry.
The End.
Yeah, I figured. I was just trying to buy some time.
I noticed this time I accidentally omitted a "how".
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