My first week in Scotland I ordered a Caesar salad in a pub. It came tossed with red pepper and hard boiled eggs; I haven’t ordered one since. I have seen it on menus since then – one included green beans. So today, in Tesco’s, I saw a small bottle of Caesar salad dressing and thought, “ooh, yum.”
I also wanted some rolls, so I picked up a package of Butteries. They look like hamburger rolls, perfect for a sandwich. Once I got home I looked at them more closely: they are very flat – it didn’t look like they would be easy to split. So I looked them up on the internet and it seems that butteries are more of a breakfast indulgence, eaten with jam and very rich – every description included words like ‘highly caloric’, ‘decadent’, ‘high fat content’, and ‘full of butter’. So not really what I had wanted (first person to point out that the clue was in the name gets blocked from my blog).
Instead of a sandwich, I used them to make the best croutons I have ever had. The Caesar salad was delicious.
Post Script: on another note, we’ve had another dead seal encounter. No blood or guts, just a reeks-to-high-heaven maritime pong.