Fat rascals. Spotted Dick. Chudleighs. Catterns. Banbury Cake. Eccles Cake. Chorley Cake. Richmond Maids of Honor. Pitcaithly bannock. Parkin. These are from our British friends, who have the best names.
But we have some of our own: Lady Baltimore Cake. Hummingbird Cake. Charlotte Russe (okay, probably not specifically ours).
Such glorious names. Makes me want to track them down and try them.
What has happened to food names? Now, all my cookbooks and magazines use such pedantic names--chicken with capers and tomatoes, chocolate almond bundt cake--where's the romance? where's the fantasy? I like the old names.
We're not very creative at our house, yet, with names. The kids want to know what's in a food. Are there onions? How about corn? And who made it? If it's Gong's chicken, that's the best (even though I think Ma actually makes it). Plain chicken just doesn't excite. Gommie's gravy was also exciting. In fact, any gravy is better than sauce--call it sauce and DD won't eat it. But gravy is food of the gods.
But when they're a little older, we're going to start making of good names, fun names, imaginative names.
Names that make you curious.
Names that make you want to eat.
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