hi, bitter,

thanks, i just found it and put it on my wish-list - aka the list of books I'll never buy.

life without crackling - unbelievable.

what, i wonder, do they do with the skin they cut off?

regards, ann

>>what, i wonder, do they do with the skin they cut off?<<

They don't do all that cosmetic surgery with nothing, you know.

I love crackling - even if it still has hairs on!

I think the Danes are magicians with pork roasts and crackling.

I love crackling but got put off scratchings by getting hairy ones :-(

With crackling, even if you haven't prepared it yourself, I guess any remaining hairs get burned off ?

How is London the "Land of Pork Scratchings"?

Surely if anywhere is the land of pork scratchings it's the black country? Yam-yams love their scratchings.

London is the land of jellied eels.

My thoughts exactly - here in yam yam land we have shops that sell nothing but roast pork in various forms of bread (sliced, bap baguette even) and you can get extra crackling if you ask.

Oh and the supermarkets sell pork rind on its own so you can have the crackling with any meal, or just on its own.

Roger, you've just solved the menu issue for next month. For a veggie, I do a mean Pork Roast with crackling, tho' I say it myself as shouldn't.

I saw the book in Waterstone's at the weekend and had a good browse. It seems to be articles about Britain generally, not just London (or food), and it is quite funny.

I particularly liked the article about scarves, although I think British people think of them as even more a continental (esp French & Italian) area of expertise !

Roger, I'm looking forward to rabbit for supper on Friday :-)

The chapter on scarves was (imho) laugh out loud funny.