We’ve had glorious food today. Turkey, roast vegies, a delicious pudding, lovely champagne. We were just talking about what to eat next and I said “Bubble and squeak?”
“What, you mean British fried rice?” Nic drawled from his position on the couch. “They always take everything occidental and make it oriental, or vice versa. For example, san choy bow? Tacos.”
Oh I love my brother.