Beans and Bacon
We had lovely home-grown broadbeans for dinner tonight, with bacon naturally. And a jacket spud and garlic mushrooms...mmmmn food fit for an Englishman!
Why fit for an Englishman? Because G.K. Chesterton said so, "Unless you give him bacon, You mustn't give him beans."
Since you were unfamiliar with the quote, Zeb, this post is for you.
The Englishman
by G.K.Chesterton
St George he was for England,
And before he killed the dragon
He drank a pint of English ale
Out of an English flagon.
For though he fast right readily
In hair-shirt or in mail,
It isn't safe to give him cakes
Unless you give him ale.
St George he was for England,
And right gallantly set free
The lady left for dragon's meat
And tied up to a tree;
But since he stood for England
And knew what England means,
Unless you give him bacon
You mustn't give him beans.
St George he is for England,
And shall wear the shield he wore
When we go out in armour
With battle-cross before.
But though he is jolly company
And very pleased to dine,
It isn't safe to give him nuts
Unless you give him wine.
Cracking stuff, eh?
Following on from Finn's comment on this post, I suppose it's easy to think garlic un-English. Here's why, picture via Tommy English.
So I'm transferring this from the comments to the main post:
Shakespeare thought garlic so commonplace that he has Bottom say, "And, most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlick, for we are to utter sweet breath" (Midsummer Night's Dream, Act IV, Scene 2).
Going back further to the Middle Ages, Chaucer was at it too "Wel loved he garlek, oynons, and eek lekes, And for to drynken strong wyn reed as blood."(Prologue, The Canterbury Tales).
Mind you garlic's always been considered vulgar...perhaps that's it. The rest of the world thinks we're too posh for garlic...
9 Comments:
Garlic mushrooms doesn't sound very english to me.
I dunno about that Finn, I'd say it was VERY English.
Shakespeare thought garlic so commonplace that he has Bottom say, "And, most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlick, for we are to utter sweet breath" (Midsummer Night's Dream, Act IV, Scene 2).
Going back further to the Middle Ages, Chaucer was at it too "Wel loved he garlek, oynons, and eek lekes, And for to drynken strong wyn reed as blood."(Prologue, The Canterbury Tales).
Great poem...and nice picture, I'll post a picture of the bandeja de Paisa soon after my sojourn in Venezuela (2ยช patria) :-)
hmmmmgarlic...
hmmmmNOT garlic breath!...nothing a bit of parsley won't cure....it's not that they smell because they eat too much garlic, it's because they don't wash!
I love garlic and I love Chaucer.
How's the gout, Gavin?
It's NOT GOUT! I was puffy, that's all.
Mutters: Bloody Channel Islanders!
Heh, heh, heh.
I'm not a real Channel Islander - just happen to live here. I'm a Sarf London girl really.
OK - how's the dropsy then.
MMMMM, beans and bacon. We had butternut squash and bacon salad last night with the first runner bean pickings.
ello, ello
The bacon is great, but I hate galic, leave it to the French
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