Quoth fireheart
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My story of Spotted Dick, is being on an American cruise ship and getting friendly with some PAX - we'd all end up together in the same smoking ghetto, so normally saw each other after meals. One day they turned up with looks of mild consternation and interrogated the sole Brit (me!) as the truth of there being a British pudding called Spotted Dick! I confirmed its existence and said that if they popped into a supermarket (we were going around Scotland at the time) they could buy it in a can and baffle their friends back home.
They were much relieved by this, as they'd thought they were having their legs pulled and had even saved the menu for reference. I had a look, then handed it back with a poker face and said it was perhaps more normal to have it with custard.
"Spotted Dick - with Chef's Special Sauce" (Which, it transpired, was white and gloopy)
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