Rightly.



EDIT

No, I need to change that to "wrongly".

A scallop is a slice of potato (no fish), battered and fried.

Or fried without even the batter.



What you describe is a fishcake.

The fact that there are chip shops out there seeking and often achieving, on a heroically daily basis, the pinnacle of batter success in producing a light, deep golden, crunchy and crispy batter ... that philistines then want made into a soggy mess by curry or gravy is, to a man of my delicate sensibilities, sadly dispiriting.

Puddings seem to be Northern, I can't get any down here, chips without pudding is just disgraceful, it's just as big a scandal as no gravy.

I had one at a City game a couple of years ago: never again.

This!



Oh, and scallops are potato in batter - nowt else.

Of pies...Morrisons have a counter with loads of flavours. Garlic Chicken pies mmmmmmm

This really is becoming intolerable, firstly you embarrass yourself and insult us regarding a dish of immense historical value to us Leythers, the pie barm (only equalled by Lobby, the epitome of haut cuisine). You then go on to make a sarcastic remark that that our rugby team is worth watching when we know and you know it is not the case.

The dishes pie barm, chips n gravy and lobby can be found in Leythrousse Gastronomique

Do I get extra Northern points if I note that I do make a mean meat and potato pie. With homemade pastry – using lard?

Of course.

But then there's the inverse, the West-of-Pennines potato and meat pie.

And the no-meat-at-all version that I had in Preston, known as a butter pie which I sadly confess was nowhere near as bad as I expected.

100% and it said i was somewhere from near Newcastle. !!!

Sorry ... in my kindness there lurked heinous cruelty.





I understand that the latest edition of said hefty tome has now been updated to include puddings moistened with green water in which peas have previously been boiled.

Ha! Very good, no doubt a fine and noble tome.



I remember as a kid and playing against North West Counties at some god forsaken place in Sintellins, after they had absolutely annihilated us were were served some sort of vague stew with a piece of edible card board, the Lancashire lads were lapping it up, it was very strange and I have no idea what it was.