Nov 20, 2010 19:11
So, I was cooking dinner, and I uttered this line:
"This Polish bacon thing is quite nice, which is good because there's no chance of getting pancetta round here"
At this point I collapsed into a quantum black hole caused by the sheer density of my middle-classness. I'm off to read the Guardian, listen to Radio 4, tut about the cricket, shop at Waitrose and I dunno, drive an Audi or something.
On the plus side, at least Waitrose will have some bloody pancetta.