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devouringcambridge · 2 years

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Sunday Roast at The Brook

I'm not an expert, but to me, the concept of a Sunday Roast is as British as afternoon tea or adding 'innit' to the end of all your sentences. There are so many pubs that offer this quintessential British cuisine, but today, I'm reviewing the Sunday Roast offered at The Brook. Located on Mill Road, The Brook is a cozy-sized pub with a warm atmosphere and some delicious ciders available...but how does their Sunday Roast hold up?

British Top Side Roast Beef with Horseradish Sauce (15 pounds)

I had such MIXED FEELINGS about this Sunday Roast. It was a roller coaster of emotions served up with a half-vat of gravy on the side. Some bites had my eyes rolling back in my head with ecstasy. Other bites belonged in the frozen aisle of a discount grocery store. Because of this, I'll rank each item, individually, from worst to best.

6. The Vegetables

I adore roasted veggies. Throw some broccoli, carrots, onions, and cloves of garlic on a roasting pan, drizzle with olive oil, toss some salt and pepper on top, and chuck that baby into the oven and I am more than happy. But these veggies had no tales to tell - they were bland, flavorless, steamed, and unhappy. Just like me after eating the lifeless carrots.

5. Top Side Beef

Seeing as it's called a Sunday ROAST, you'd think the meat would be the star of the show. And while it looks quite nice in the picture, the beef was so dry that I had to resort to dunking it into the gravy in order to make it palatable. It also didn't have much flavor beyond the gravy itself, which leads me to...

4. The Gravy

Solidly fine, and served with a generous portion. However, could do with more of a flavor PUNCH. As it was, I used it mostly as a moist-maker.

3. The Stuffing

And all of a sudden we jump from 'solidly fine' to 'oh my god, I wish I could ask for seconds.' The stuffing is invisible in this picture, and was a surprise to me. In fact, now that I'm writing this, I'm wondering if I got a different roast than the one on the menu...perhaps a holiday offering? Because stuffing isn't mentioned in the description, and I'm just realizing that there was no horseradish sauce in sight, either...hmm, well, all's well that ends well, because I'm glad for the swap. This stuffing was moist and packed with flavor - it tasted of salt, herbs, and garlic, and had a dense, crumbly texture. My only complaint was that there was such a small amount - it hid beneath the potatoes, a noble treasure.

2. The Yorkshire Pudding

My first bite of the Sunday Roast was a chunk of the fluffy, soft Yorkshire Pudding - and I can't be certain I didn't moan. It's been six months since the last time I had a Yorkshire Pudding, and I now realize that that is far too long. Honestly, I know a lot of people rag on British food, but the Yorkshire Pudding deserves to be appreciated internationally. I just wish I could describe it better, for those who've never tried one. It's almost like...the love child of a souffle, a pancake, and pita bread...but also different from all of those things. The texture is NEXT LEVEL. So freaking fluffy. And the perfect vessel for soaking up pan sauces and gravy. Ugh, I would have traded the beef for another Yorkshire Pudding with no hesitation. And honestly, the Yorkshire Pudding was probably THE best thing on the plate...but, they're also pretty hard to get wrong. Put a Yorkie P on my plate, and I'll be happy almost always. Although, I won't take away from The Brook here - they do a particularly good one.

The Roast Potatoes

After tasting the sad veg, I feared the potatoes would also be steamed and unseasoned. Instead, The Brook said 'try the best fucking roasted potatoes you've ever had, ye of little fucking faith.'

Crispy on the outside but fluffy on the inside, these taters were perfectly cooked. Flavorful on their own, they verged on orgasmic when slathered in gravy. And I don't even usually LIKE roast potatoes!

So, now, hopefully, you see why this Sunday Roast is hard to rate. How do you compare the worst steamed veggies I've ever had - even the ones in elementary school had salt on them - to the fucking best roast potatoes I've ever had?! It's madness. Madness! While the stuffing and the Yorkshire puddings also pull their own weight, I will say, because the meat is supposed to be the focal point of a Sunday Roast, I'm going to have to give this particular roast at The Brook a...

Rating: 6 out of 10 Gravy Boats

Honestly, if I had just been handed a plate of Yorkshire Pudding and Roast Potatoes, the score would have been much higher...although I'd be eating nothing but carbs. Still. Some things in life are worth every bite, while other things - like the dry beef - are barely worth chewing.

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toshidou · 1 year

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*cracking my knuckles* bout to give Gaz the biggest hug ever. Youre so right about his hugs.

And I just know he’s a pretty good cook, he probably knows how to cook 5-6 dishes really really well and can follow along (with adjustments along the way) to recipes he doesnt know by heart.

OH, OH ANON YOU AND YOUR BIG BEAUTIFUL BRAIN!!

I just know Gaz nails the classic sunday roast, and I fucking KNOW this man's roast potatoes will be the best thing you have ever put in your mouth. He also does maple roasted parsnips. I have now made myself hungry, but that's simply a testament to his power <33

Watching him cook too? I know my man can multitask, I'd happily just sit on the countertop and watch him work. I bet he's like a pro-chef with a knife oh my god—

#anon.exe #nothing will ever be as good as a perfect sunday roast #it's the only thing i love about being british #LSDJFLSDF #now i want to try his though

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sandwichtribunal · 1 year

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Yorkshire Pudding Wrap aka the British Burrito

"The wrap is exactly what you expect it to be. There are no surprises here. It is meat wrapped in an eggy pancake with potatoes and vegetables and gravy. But for all that it is quite satisfying." Yorkshire Pudding Wrap aka the British Burrito

I don’t remember how the “British Burrito” came to my attention–was it one of the usual suspects, a Gastro Obscura or Taste Atlas writeup, a blog post, a random article on The Guardian? I don’t recall. Though I added it to our List in the fall of 2021, I believe it had been on my mind for some time before that. The very name, “British Burrito,” brings with it a flood of associations, the…

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vivwritesfics · 7 months

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Keep On Rolling - MV1

Chapter Six

Summary: Lando's best friend having feelings for anyone on the grid? Impossible, right? She worked with them, sharing her friendship with the grid with the world via the FormulaY/N youtube channel.

After film a video including... spicy water (alcohol), everything changes between her and a certain world champion. Good thing she hasn't had a crush on him since his F1 debut, right?

Right?

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A/N: I've actually had the best day (and it's only midday)! Did a couple of hours of studying, completing one of my essays, went to the outlet shop and found my perfect pair of cargos (my friends all look for xs so I feel bad when we go retail therapying, but I went alone and I'm so happy)

Silverstone. Lando's home race. Y/N couldn't wait. Ever since she was a little girl, Silverstone had been one of her favourites. When they were kids, Y/N's father had taken her and Lando to Silverstone. It was the first race Y/N had ever attended, and the race that let Y/N fall in love with Formula One.

It had been a full month since Y/N had last spoken to the current world champion. Y/N didn't know why Max wasn't speaking to her. Or answering her text messages. He'd been missing out of Y/N's life completely for the last month.

For once, Y/N had nothing special planned for Silverstone. Just a simple Q and A video.

Y/N missed the Friday free practice. Where she'd usually be there to watch Lando and the rest of her friends (namely Charles), but, this time, she was at home with her family.

British families had some weird traditions and Y/N's family was no exception. Every Sunday in the winter months they ate a huge roast dinner and every Sunday in the summer was reserved for having a barbeque.

With a job like Y/N's, she didn't much get to see her family. She was always away at the grand prix or the city hosting them. Her family missed her, sure, but they knew she was living her dream. So, whenever she was home, Y/N made sure to visit them.

Y/N sat at the dining table, checking her phone. Nothing from Lando, nothing from Charles, nothing from Danny. Nothing from... Max.

That was the most upsetting thing. Y/N hadn't spoken to Max in so long. She didn't realise she'd miss him until he disappeared. There had been a couple of times where she'd text him, but he'd only read it, not respond. Y/N was getting desperate. Desperate to hear from him, but they weren't in a place where she could beg. Right?

"Dinner!" Y/N's mother shouted as she and her brother ran in the dishes. Chicken, potatoes, sprouts, carrots, parsnips and more. Y/N's mother always went above and beyond with roast dinner. It was a whole performance for her.

Y/N allowed her mother to plate up her food. It was something she loved doing whenever Y/N was home, her way to welcome her back. "Mum, do you think we can watch the free practice?" She asked as her mother placed a Yorkshire pudding onto her plate.

"What? No way!" Her brother suddenly shouted across the table. "If Y/N gets to watch formula one I get to watch football!"

"Neither of you are watching anything. Y/N is going to make the most of being here with us before she makes her way up to Silverstone, okay?"

Y/N's mother was not a scary woman, not by any means. But, when she commanded something, it happened. Y/N and her brother nodded as they tucked into their food.

Y/N checked her last messages to Lando and Max beneath the table. Lando hadn't yet seen her message, but Max hadn't responded. A small part of her wanted to throw her phone at the nearest wall, but she didn't. Instead, Y/N slipped her phone back into her pocket and tightened her hand in a fist, nails digging into her palm.

Her family could tell something was wrong. Normally it was non-stop chatter about the world of the paddock. But, aside from her request to watch the free practice, Y/N didn't talk about formula one at all. Even when her brother tried to ask, Y/N answered with single words.

That night, in her childhood bedroom, Y/N looked at the pictures of her and Lando. Them in school, them at Lydden Hill for Lando's Karting career. Silverstone when Lando was in F2, Lando when he first joined McLaren and that was it. The rest of the pictures were in Y/N's own apartment, a place she hardly saw the point in paying for when she rarely lived there.

Her phone began to ring. Picking it up, Y/N placed it to her ear. "Hey, Lan," she said to her best friend as soon as she answered.

"How's your mum? How's your brother? How's the cat?" He asked quickly.

The cat in question was currently sleeping on Y/N's bed. The moment she moved out, the cat began living in her room, sleeping on her bed or in the empty closet.

"Mum is good, brother is good, cat is good," she said, sitting beside the cat and stroking her fur. "How was free practice? I tried to watch on the television but Mum wouldn't let me."

Lando told her all about free practice and how his day at Silverstone had been. He told her about the media things she and Oscar had to do, the fun he and Carlos had been having and more.

When he fell silent, Y/N found herself asking a difficult question. "Lan, is Max okay?" She asked him. "Does he hate me or something?"

"No," Lando answered quickly. "Why would he hate you?"

"Can you tell him to answer my texts then please."

Lando didn't answer that. How could he, when he was the reason for Max's silence? But, he couldn't tell Y/N, either. He could tell her that he was the reason Max was refusing to speak to her. So, Lando took it in a different direction.

"What's going on with you and Max?" He asked. His tone was genuinely curious, leading Y/N away from his crime.

Y/N shook her head. "Lan, nothing. Nothing is going on with Max and I. He was just the only person who let me interview him in Monaco. He just happened to be the person who helped me out after the drunken quiz video. Why does that mean something has to be going on with us?"

Again, Lando didn't answer. Guilt ripped through him. He was selfish, a selfish little boy. He drove Max away from Y/N just because he didn't want to lose his best friend

Lando was quick to end the call. He said his goodbyes and left Y/N to it. Max liked Y/N, he knew that much. But did she like him? God, he felt like a child back in secondary school as he thought about it.

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"Hey guys, welcome to the Silverstone weekend," Y/N said to the camera as she sat on her bed with her cat in her lap. "As you can see, we are not in a hotel room for once. We are actually in my childhood bedroom and we have a visitor." Y/N held the cat up to the camera and waved her paw.

"Today we're going to be going in with a Q and A video," she said, pulling up her phone. "I know a lot of you have a lot of questions around how and why I do what I do, and I'm going to answer them all."

She went into her twitter and pulled up her first question. "Right, question one. How did you meet Lando?" She read and put the phone down. "Oh, what a story this is," she said and let out a little laugh. "When Lando and I first met each other, we hated each other. We were eleven years old, both starting at secondary school. In maths we got sat beside each other, and it all kicked off from there.

"Lando was so loud! Seriously, he did not stop talking. And he spread his stuff to my side of the desk, which really pissed me me off. So, I told him to shut up and he told me to bleep off, and then we became best friends."

The cat in her lap was purring as Y/N stroked her. She grabbed her phone and checked for the next question. There had been a lot on there asked about the nature of her relationship with Charles and her relationship with Max. They were things she wouldn't get into, only because it would make the situation so much worse.

"Ah, what do you do when you're not travelling around?" She read and put the phone back down. "Well, I travel to the grand prix and then I explore the city the grand prix is held in with my friends. These bits I don't usually film, but I'm considering doing city vlogs. If you guys would like to see this, drop a comment."

Y/N went on and on, reading through the questions. There were many about hers and Lando's friendship, many that allowed her to grab pictures of little Lando from the wall.

"What is your favourite quote from anyone on the grid at the minute?" She read.

It made her grin. "Well, I've got one that I use all the time which is when Charles says 'Lando we can be world champions', but I'm a big fan of those noises Danny makes? You know, 'ki ki ki ra!'" She shouted.

There was a noise from downstairs, her mother shouting a complaint.

After getting through at least twenty of the questions, Y/N checked the time on her phone. "Oh my," she gasped when she saw how late it was. Or, rather, how early in the morning it was. "I guess that's the end of the video," she said to the camera. "Thank you guys for watching. Like, subscribe and I'll see you at Silverstone," she said and got up to switch off the camera.

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boujiestpoet · 4 months

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Oh...that's not

Summary: Lando starts dropping cryptic love messages in his instagram, getting fans excited until they discover who he is talking about, and he HARD luanches his new (not really new tho) girl.

Face Claim: THE ONE AND ONLY RYAN DESTINY

tw: racism (miscroagressions, taking inspiration by some types of fans when their white boy of the months starts dating a girl with a little bit of melanin)

THIS IS A REMINDER: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION I DON'T KNOW NONE OF THESE PEOPLE, AND THIS WORK DO NOT REPRESENT WHO THEY ARE

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F1: Lando got spotted in London underground with an unknown face, holding hands, who is she? Are they in a relationship

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sprout-fics · 8 months

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hey sprout 💚 could u spare us some crumbs of cod fluff if you got it saved in your drafts or sum

i was just starting to feel better about everything and and overall vibing with myself and then my ex decided to call me out of the blue two hours ago..

it's totally totally fine if you don't wanna do it though 💚

I’m so sorry lovely, I hope you’re taking care of yourself. Know that the boys would hate your ex for ruining your day, and do something wonderful to distract you. In the meantime, have a random assortment of 141 + Los Vaqueros bonding moments and shenanigans

Ale is a very flirty drunk. He’s the type to sway over to someone he’s attracted to and sweet talk them in a husky voice, partly muffled by the music, and drag them out onto the dance floor. Man has hips that should legally be outlawed in at least 3 countries, and he knows how to work them. It’s worse when he’s with Soap, who feeds off his energy. They can tear up the dance floor and make any sweet thing blush so hard they have daydreams for the rest of their life. Gaz has several videos of the two dancing, and it’s practically obscene.

Ghost is secretly very cuddly, but only with people he trusts very deeply. It takes a lot of time for him to allow others in, but he has the most comfortable shoulders to slump on post-mission. He’s fairly used to the routine too. He crosses his arms, ducks his head, and feels Soap and Gaz settle on either side of him for a light doze before they’re back to base.

Price has a very stern and commanding persona, but when he finally gets off duty, at home by himself, he’s actually a big old softie. He rises late, makes toast and eggs in his sunlit kitchen, takes a lovely late morning stroll, pops by the store, and turns on the Great British Bakeoff while he makes sunday roast. The boys come by and bring their own side dishes (Soap, after several cooking disasters, is forbidden from bringing anything but wine and scotch) and they all have a nice evening just eating, talking, teasing, and relaxing.

Rudy is an only child, but Ale is not. He actually comes from a large family with four other siblings, some of which have their own children. It’s a very carefully guarded secret due to the work he does. The siblings have their own dynamics and squabbles, but adore Rudy, the kids even more so. Rudy is fairly sheepish the first few times he comes over, but it’s eased by the fact that Ale is the kid’s favorite uncle, and they accept him readily as well. Ale has a photo of Rudy drowning in children, sticking out an arm in a desperate plea for help.

Gaz is beloved by the soldiers that assist the 141. He’s easy going, approachable, smart, and attractive to boot. There is not a single squad that he assists in training that doesn’t have at least one recruit with a lovesick crush on the sergeant. He’s known to get love notes, gifts, and more. All anonymous of course, because of the whole ‘Dating your superior’ deal. He’s always very flattered, but knows better than to go dating the rookies.

Ghost is actually a rather good patient, despite belief otherwise. He knows better than to ignore doctor’s orders. Takes his antibiotics, does the physio stretches, comes in on time for check-ups. He previously had a record of skipping the painkillers, partly due to concerns about addiction, and partly in a ‘tough-guy’ type act. He got a scolding from Price when the captain noticed, but it was done with such stern, soft concern that Ghost never did it again.

Soap and Price have a father-son type bond. They aren’t as close as Gaz and Price, but there’s definitely a lot of trust there. It’s very rare for him and Soap to be attached on missions, but it does happen. Soap finds himself very well behaved, but can’t resist the urge to poke some fun at his captain. Price enjoys Soap’s comments, and is able to parse the man’s Scottish easier than Ghost due to his previous experience working with Captain MacMillan, who was also Scottish

Rudy and Gaz don’t interact much in game, but when they reconnect a few weeks later after the search for Hassan, they actually hit it off almost immediately. Gaz is a terrible gossip, and Rudy is a ruthless enabler. They swap stories via text, and Gaz sends him pics of the 141 and their various shenanigans (Including the one where Soap talked Ghost into scaring the recruits by dressing as Ghostface and lurking in the corridors of the recruit barracks after dark)

You cannot leave Soap and Gaz unsupervised at the club. They’re going to get stolen by someone.

Ghost has a weakness for the K9 military units that float through base fairly often. Soap will not go near them, and Ghost gives him grief about it, holding a dog and saying something about how he can see the resemblance between the two. (It’s actually a compliment about Soap being very loyal, which Soap knows, but still.)

Price can still hear the scream when Ghost got Soap by saying ‘sic ‘im’ to one of the German Shepherds. (The dog was still in training, and didn’t understand, merely tilted his head at Ghost) Soap didn’t talk to Ghost for a day and a half

The group has a favorite pub at their base of operations, though it’s rare for them to be there. The bartender knows them, and knows their usual order. He’s always secretly relieved when they come in. They can be gone for months, but their return means they’re alive, mostly whole, and will fight another day.

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rememberwehadthestars · 6 months

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Tim’s favorite British cuisine is a good classic Sunday Roast… he picked up that love from time spent with Armie ☺️💙💙

A good classic Sunday roast 🍽

#armie x timmy #charmie #armie hammer

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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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Could you maybe do one with Joseph Quinn where the reader is homesick?? I absolutely love your work and you're extremely talented!!

Homesick - J.Q

THANK YOU LOVE! because i’m from the UK i am making the reader british, i hope that’s okay. reader is in the US whilst Joseph is filming Stranger Things, enjoy loves <3

you were sat in Joseph's trailer, scrolling through the thousands of photos you had with your friends and family, missing them more and more as you scrolled through the album. you'd taken the chance to travel to the US with Joseph when he started acting on Stranger Things. you didn't want to look or sound ungrateful but leaving your cozy flat in London was a mistake. you missed going out on the weekend to see your friends for drinks, or going to see your family for a Sunday roast (a/n- SUNDAY ROASTS ARE AMAZING)

you couldn't blame anyone but yourself. you'd weighed up the pros and cons of going to the US and the thought of not seeing Joseph everyday made you feel sick inside. you'd miss him too much and staying at home in the UK did not sound like the greatest plan, but now you were here, bored and alone in America with no one to call.

you missed the cold weather, you missed the rushes of people on the tube, you missed the food, you missed the politeness of the people. you just missed your home. Joseph knew you were struggling after the first week of being in America, he knew you hated being alone and he hated leaving you in his trailer all day, he wanted you to explore, he wanted you to enjoy yourself, he just wanted you to be happy again. you hadn't told him that you felt homesick, you just always shrugged him off, not wanting the confrontation.

"sweetheart?" the sound of Joseph's voice filled the trailer as you were pulled out of your trance. you looked up from your phone and saw him in his regular clothes instead of Eddie's. "you ready to go home?" he questioned, seeing his exhausted expression. home meant the tiny hotel room which made you feel claustrophobic, that was why you'd come to work with Joseph.

anyone from outside this relationship would have thought you were being a spoiled brat, but you weren't. you were so grateful for being able to afford coming to America and meeting so many new people, but the sadness of not being at home still made you feel upset, making it almost impossible for you to enjoy yourself. you'd been there for six months and you had never been more excited to get on a plane home.

you nodded your head, picking up your bag from beside you and stood up, following Joseph to his car that he'd rented for the duration of being here. all you thought in your head was 'three weeks left until you can go home and see your family again'. you got to the car, walking to the wrong side, again, before walking back around to the right side. you sighed, putting your bag in the footwell of the car. Joseph got into the car and started driving to the hotel. you were looking out if the window, watching the many trees and street lights pass you.

your left hand was on your thigh, your right keeping your head elevated to look out the window. Joseph glanced over at you, seeing you like this hurt him and he hated that he couldn't do anything to make you happy. he moved his free hand over, lacing your fingers together, making you turn your head to him. he sent you a closed mouth smile once you made eye contact. you smiled back, moving your head to lean on his shoulder.

"missed you today" he said, kissing your head softly, his hand tightening in your grasp. you nodded your head and closed your eyes. what you'd realised when you were here was that Joseph really did love you and he'd do anything to make sure you were okay. he took a few days off after three months of non-stop work to spend with you, he'd taken you to get your nails done, taken you shopping, and you'd also realised everything here was very very expensive.

that's another thing you'd missed about the UK. all these combination of things made you want to book the last plane home and leave Joseph, but you couldn't. you'd never seen someone work so hard on anything in their entire life and the least you could do for him was be there.

you'd arrived at the hotel a little while later, making your grab your bag and walk hand in hand with Joseph to the lift. once the lift doors closed, you let your head fall to his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. he reciprocated the hug and kissed your forehead. in all the months you'd been here, you were surprised you hadn't let your emotions get the better of you.

you hadn't broke down and cried, you hadn't called your mum or dad explaining how you were feeling, you just were moody all the time. you didn't want to admit it but you'd let the emotions get to you, your eyes filling with tears as the lift finally got to your floor, Joseph pulling you to your room as your hand still held his.

once the hotel door closed, the emotions were let out. you put your head in Joseph's neck as your sobs raked through your body. he didn't say a word, just stood there with his arms around your, comforting you in silence. your arms were also around Joseph's neck, allowing him to pick you up and walk to the bed which was on the opposite side of the room.

he sat down on the bed, your hold on him tightening with each sob. he rocked the hug side to side, leaving multiple kisses on your forehead. "'s okay sweetheart" he said, feeling your sobs quieten down, your tears slowing down when Joseph pulled your head from his neck, allowing him to look at your face. "you wanna tell me what's the matter when you're ready?" he said, stroking your cheek softly.

you sniffled, head automatically leaning into his touch like it was some sort of reflex. "i just" you started, sighing as the thoughts ran through your head. "i just miss home" you stated shyly, a red blush covering your cheeks as you finally admitted what had been bothering you for months. he shot you a sympathetic smile, happy you told him but felt sad you hadn't told him.

"why didn't you tell me love?" he asked, hand never leaving your face. "i was embarrassed. you worked so hard and you've been so tired and i felt like me feeling homesick wasn't that much of a big deal" you said, arms falling from his neck to his waist. he shook his head whilst you spoke. "you should have told me sweetheart. you shouldn't have kept those feelings inside you. you could have spoken to me, i don't care about work, i only care about you" he said, running his other hand through your hair.

"i just didn't want to make you think i was ungrateful because i'm not. it's just-" you spoke before he interrupted you. "i know you're not, don't be silly. we all feel homesick sometimes, i know it might not help but we leave here in three weeks. three weeks and you can be in our bed, in our flat, stress free.” he said, leaning in to kiss your cheek. you sighed before nodding, wrapping your arms around his neck again, hugging him. “i love you so much” he whispered, moving his head to the side to kiss your head. “i love you more” you replied, kissing his neck, hugging him tighter. no matter what, he always knew how to make you feel better and you loved him so much.

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I just learned there is such a thing as YouGov Ratings UK, which "measures the popularity and fame of anything and everything, based on millions of responses from the British public. It is the biggest and boldest attempt ever made to quantify what Britain thinks". And this here https://yougov.co.uk/ratings/entertainment/popularity/people/all is a fascinating insight into the British psyche when it comes to public's blorbos. Which is to say, I'm as clueless as before, in fact I lost some clues I thought I had. Why is Olivia Colman so much less known and even less liked than Bruce Willis? She's yours and she's a fucking Oscar winner! Judi Dench is familiar to fewer Brits than Tom Hanks and Spielberg. Only DiCaprio and prince Harry are known to 100% of people. Why 4% of polled Brits never heard of the Queen? Eccleston fans trolling? And btw Eccleston is #258, seriously? One of your finest, people. And Michael Sheen is 5% better known, but is still at 55% liked, same as Eccleston, meaning he's less liked despite all Eccleston's anti-monarchy rants and abrasive behavior? Anti-Welsh much? Only David Tennant is sitting there in the middle of top 10, ABOVE the Queen and sundry. I read your blog and I go here and I knew in theory that he's a nation-wide blorbo, but to this extent? I didn't expect that. Brits are still a mystery to me.

I truly don’t understand anything about the British except that David Tennant is like Cadbury chocolate or Sunday roast to them. Like it’s not about whether you like him or not, he’s just around. He’s always been around. He’ll always be around

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Analysis of Norton's dish: Roast Beef with Pudding

The pudding is likely Yorkshire Pudding/Plum Pudding

Roast beef with Yorkshire Pudding are traditional dishes in Great Britain, especially in Northern England

Eaten by a variety of people, from the lower classes to the higher classes, and could even be found on the royal family's menu. Commonly served on Christmas day to workhouses/poorhouses.

“roast beef served with plum pudding is the most evocative of past traditions of hospitality. It was once Britain’s prime celebration dish and a potent symbol of the nation’s character and cohesiveness.”

Roast Beef

The history of roast beef dates back to King Henry VII in 1485. Henry’s bodyguards (Yeoman of the Guard) received part of their salary in chunks of beef. This practice took place up until the 1800s and allegedly they earned the title ‘beef-eaters’. The story goes that King Henry’s guards started the Sunday roast beef tradition by cooking the meat (usually fillet, sirloin or shoulder) in the morning before going to Mass. The practice became a habit during the 19th century. Women would leave the meat to cook in their village baker’s oven, which closed on Sunday, and pick it up when back from church, perfectly roasted.

Eating beef was reinforced by a tradition outlined in William Kitchiner’s 1871 volume “Apicius Redivivus: Or, The Cook’s Oracle”. In his book, the author recommends eating about 3 kilos of meat per week to stay healthy. This underlined the central role that meat played in the British diet and described the practice of cooking beef sirloin for at least four hours over a spit. Sunday was the one day of the week when people had four hours to spare to roast beef. Fortunately a massive lump of meat could feed the family. They would then use it again in stews, pies and as cold cuts for the rest of the week. As the cost of meat and coal began to plummet working people continued the habit of roasting beef every Sunday.

Yorkshire Pudding

Traditionally, the word “pudding” referred to homely and rustic desserts that were commonly eaten by the lower classes. These could be either sweet or salty. Pudding dishes are mainly made with flour and have a cake-like consistency. But originally, pudding was a meat based, sausage-like food in Britain (ex: black and white puddings). However by the late 1700s, the contemporary puddings were no longer meat based and this change incidentally coincided with the first published mention of the batter pudding.

The Yorkshire Pudding is a baked pudding made from a batter of eggs, flour and milk or water. It has become a common British side dish which is versatile and can be served in many different ways – although mainly recognized as an accompaniment to a roast dinner.

It has been suggested the pudding was given the name “Yorkshire” due to the region’s association with coal and the high temperatures this produced that helped to make crispy batter.

The 1st recorded Yorkshire Pudding recipe appeared in a 1737 book titled "The Whole Duty of a Woman"and was listed as "Dripping Pudding". Wheat flour had come into common use for making cakes and puddings, and cooks in the north of England had begun baking batter puddings while their meat roasted to make use of the fat that dropped in the dripping pan. Batter was placed in a hot pan over the fire with a bit of butter, then placed under a shoulder of mutton in the oven in place of a dripping pan to collect the fat.

The next recorded recipe launched the pudding from a local delicacy to Britain's favorite dish. It appeared in "The Art of Cookery, Made Plain and Easy" by Hannah Glasse in 1747. Glasse was one of the most famous food writers of the time, and the popularity of her book spread the word of the Yorkshire pudding. This distinguished the light and crispy nature of the batter puddings made in this region from batter puddings created in other parts of England. Back then, the puddings were flatter than they are served today and would be served as a first course filled with thick gravy to help to suppress the diner’s appetite for expensive meat with cheap, plentiful ingredients. The main course of meat and vegetables would traditionally be served with a white sauce, as the gravy used up for the pudding. Poorer households couldn’t afford meat, and would use dripping, flour, eggs and milk to make puddings which would be served with gravy as the only course. Then there was another recipe by Mrs. Beeton, another of Britain's famous food writers of the 19th century, but her 1866 recipe omitted one of the fundamental rules for making Yorkshire pudding: the need for the hottest oven possible. The recipe was also erroneous in instructing the cook to bake the pudding for an hour before placing it under the meat. Yorkshire folk supposedly blamed her error on her southern origins.

The point of traditional Yorkshire pudding was identified in its previous name, dripping pudding. The batter was placed in a large pan into which had been allowed to drip the fat and juices of meat roasting on a spit over the fire. Once the pan had been heated in the fire and the fat was bubbling, the batter was poured into it and placed under the roasting meat as it continued to turn on the spit, thus catching all the remaining drippings. Meat was very expensive through much of the eighteenth century, and none of it was wasted, even the drippings produced when it was roasted. The fat from the meat drippings provided crucially needed calories, particularly for men doing heavy manual labor. The drippings also imparted a rich flavor to the Yorkshire pudding, and the high heat needed to roast meat was necessary to ensure the pudding would rise and had a light and crispy texture.

Traditional Yorkshire pudding was not served with the roasted meat, it was served before, as an appetizer or starter course. The pudding was cut into smaller pieces which were served drenched with the gravy made from the roasted meat. It is generally believed that this was done to take the edge off the diners’ appetites so that they would be satisfied with the small portions of the much more expensive meat which would be served during the second course. In poorer households, the children would receive only Yorkshire pudding and gravy, while the adults were served both the pudding with gravy and the roasted meat. Since the gravy was usually all consumed with the first course on the Yorkshire pudding, the meat and vegetables which typically comprised the second course were served with parsley or a cream sauce. Though Yorkshire pudding could be made with any roasting meat, the eighteenth-century Englishman was very fond of his roast beef. Thus, by the turn of the nineteenth century, roast beef and Yorkshire pudding had become a quintessential traditional meal throughout England. Even before the Regency, roast beef and Yorkshire pudding were a favorite Sunday dinner, especially among the middle and upper classes. There were even many among the aristocracy who enjoyed such a meal.

Going back to the mention roast beef with yorkshire pudding as common in workhouses on Christmas Day, a ballad was written by George Robert Sims for the Christmas of 1877. It served as a criticism of the harsh conditions in English and Welsh workhouses under the 1834 Poor Law

Regarding the in-game dish, from the looks of it, the roast beef is being served in a large Yorkshire pudding, which isn't too abnormal either (ex: places in Yorkshire sometimes might serve your dinner in a large pudding)

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hi!! happy new year!! 💗

I love ur writing, and I was thinking to drop this request;

so may request some hc’s of cod task force 141 (+ alejandro, könig, graves and rudy) :))

feel free to skip this if youre busy, just wondering, happy new year :)

Sorry this one took me some time, I got too in my head about it. It was so hard to not be bitchy to Graves lmfao, Soap is my favourite enjoy! SFW. Let me know if you want NSFW ones

Price 🥃

He supports Liverpool FC, no I won’t hear any different

His favourite non-alcoholic drink is ‘builders tea’

Glenfiddich 18 is his Whisky of choice

Favourite colour is khaki green

Is the father figure of the group, strong, reliable, approachable (everything my dad wasn’t lmfao, I still love him)

He wears a plain t-shirt pyjamas to bed, sleeps on his side, one arm under his head, absolutely snores

His favourite breed of dog is a Collie, or any working dog he can walk for miles for in the country side

He absolutely loves Bargain Hunt on TV

His favourite smell is fresh gingerbread

He’d make an excellent grandfather tbh

Soap 🧼

Despite being Scottish he supports Blackburn FC, an underdog (I refuse to comment on the Celtic vs Rangers, far too much history there. And I’m Welsh, it ent for me to say haah)

He absolutely loves winding the boys up about being English

His text tone is SCOTLAND FOREVVAAAA *aggressive bagpipes*

Soap 100% sleeps in the buff

His favourite dog would be a Labrador, nice active family friendly dog

He’s a chatterbox but a good listener when he needs to be, will often give some surprisingly good advice

He’s an iPhone wanker

Absolutely a mummy’s boy, would do anything for her - he’d love to pay off her mortgage for her

His favourite smell is the cheesy paws of his dog for real

He’s not a morning person, he loves a lie in when he can

Ghost 💀

Ghost supports Manchester City, he just gives me those vibes ok?

His favourite weather is rain/storms

When he’s home from a mission he’s a bath guy, he showers all the time on base, so when he’s home it’s hot ass bath with an audio book and his bourbon

He has two cats that his neighbour looks after when he’s away, two British blue shorthairs. Called Foxtrot and Whiskey

He also loves rabbits

He loves helping beginners at the gym

His favourite tv show is The Simpsons, something easy and colourful to watch to distract him from what he’s seen

He smells like Dior Suvage (anything musky and heavy)

He’s ambidextrous

He loves a cooked dinner, beef, roast potatoes, all the veg, stuffing and all the Yorkshire puddings

He’s got his tongue pierced, I’ve seen the fan art. You can’t tell me other wise.

Gaz 🇬🇧

He gives me Arsenal vibes, so he supports them

But also supports Chicago Bears in American Football

He’s gentle, reserved so he’d have a rat as a pet, highly intelligent

Fish and chips with curry sauce is his favourite meal, a proper British geeza

He smells fresh, think a bright spring day, fresh linen and cut grass

He loves the sunshine

He’s a keen gardener, grows his own herbs and vegetables

His house is spotless, minimalist, but has a huge book collection

He loves caramel lattes despite the banter from the boys, he has a sweet tooth

Loves meeting the boys down the pub on a Sunday for a carvery

Alejandro 🌹

He’s an excellent cook, his favourite hobby when not on a mission is trying out new recipes for Los Vaqueros

This man sleeps in silk sheets, tell me he doesn’t?

He’s fiercely loyal his country, he loves Mexico and is passionate about it through and through

He’s got a great sense of humour, enjoys making people laugh

He runs marathons for charity in his spare time

His favourite subject in school was history

If you’re sad this man gives the best hugs, he’ll make you a strong ass coffee and give one hell of a pep talk

His favourite smell is fresh cocoa beans, always stealing the nibs to eat

Him and Rudy have film nights with their families when they’re home

He’s 100% a girl dad, teaches her how to shoot with nerf guns in the garden

Rudy ❤️

He has a German Vizsla called Pollito, because her legs look like chicken drumsticks

He 100% has an android phone

He’s an armature photographer in his spare time, he loves nature

He and Alejandro have personalised ringtones for each other

His favourite food is Seafood paella

He owns a small farm, sells the produce to the local area, he loves animals

He once won a poetry competition

His favourite colour is orange

Sorry but he wears lynx Africa (I like it sue me)

He likes to game in his spare time, anything from farm simulator to RPGs

König 👑

He loves drawing, anything creative, he’ll draw/paint the Austrian countryside to de-stress

He grew up on a small farm in the Austrian mountains, he has a very close family

He doesn’t like large crowds, worried people stare at him because of his height, feels claustrophobic sometimes

He bites his nails when his hands aren’t busy or covered by gloves

He’s a cat guy 100%

He’s left handed, 100% a lefty but holds his gun right handed (its a struggle, I’m left handed)

He’d like a family one day, he’s got a lot of love to give

He smells like leather, sandalwood and vanilla

He loves eating raw cookie dough, vanilla and chocolate chip

He holds the record for the hardest punch in his home town

Graves 🇺🇸

His favourite holiday is July 4th, he does a huge fireworks display whenever he’s home

His favourite food is Gumbo

He smells like Paco Rabane Invictus

He’s got 3 Dobermans, whom he loves with all his heart. Ben, Jacob and Molly

He has a white picket fence - obviously

He doesn’t have a good relationship with his father, daddy forced him into the army to gain approval

He sleeps in red plaid pyjamas and has matching slippers

He’s fluent in French, he learnt it to pick up girls

He loves hiking in his spare time, with his 3 dogs

He runs support groups for veterans on a Thursday a local library

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