During dinner tonight, for the first time since I’ve had my blog, V asked me what I was planning to write next. He was curious because of the P.S. in my last post.…which he interpreted as a buildup to a big payoff. His guess was a heartfelt follow-up on the joys of having a blog.
This means one of two things. Or possibly both.
Either it’s an example of communication problems in our marriage. Or it’s an example of bad writing.
If you—like V— had any big expectations, stop reading right now and come back tomorrow when things should be back to normal.
Meanwhile, although V might be disappointed, Ruthie won’t. Here’s part of her comment on that same post, quoting my words:
I wrote: “Sometimes I wonder whether to avoid something that’s borderline tasteless or inappropriate.”
Ruthie says: I live for such subjects.
Maybe it’s a Mars/Venus thing.
Anyway, Ruthie— this is for you:
With no excuses. For any sticklers who need an explanation , there is no “why”….but if you’re clueless as I was, here’s a “what”.
You can get your own spotted dick for $5.29. I hear it’s quite tasty.
After becoming a writer, artist, TV journalist, mother and breast cancer survivor----I realize nothing turns out the way we expect. So I blog about handling the big and little things — with humor, humanity, and hope.
I think I’m afraid to click on the link and find out what it is….
But it sure made me smile.
Darryle!! This is so hilarious! Before even reading the blog I saw the photo and was laughing out loud. And after reading the blog…I feel honored. Thank you for this special surprise!
PS I would love to taste some Spotted Dick
Glad at least some of us share a sense of humor—I’d also be happy to share some Spotted Dick. I saw this at a friend’s house and was so taken by it that he gave me one of his….cans. I haven’t tried it yet, but maybe this will become my new obsession—like the flan. I can just imagine V going around to grocery stores asking for Spotted Dick.
Darryle-you are so funny! I am laughing at the idea of V going into say, Brunos, and asking for it. Thank you for sharing with us how you first spotted Spotted Dick–and I hope if you ever taste it, you’ll report on back the Dick tastes. Love, Ruthie
I plan to try Spotted Dick in the very near future–not sure how I’ll slip that phrase into the blog again….
Meanwhile I’m pasting in a comment from my friend Bob who lives in England. He wrote this on my Facebook page and I’m assuming he’d give me permission to paste it here….since he is obviously an expert on Spotted Dick. Here’s his comment:
Odd though it is and sounds, Spotted Dick is one of the most popular deserts in England. It helps that the nickname for Richard is not commonly used here for a anatomical nickname. Having said that, the first time I saw it on a menu and as a name for a pub I was ‘gobsmacked’, gob being slang for mouth and smack meaning wide open and gasping.
Separated by a common language. Nic is a good one: it means a jail, to steal and something in good nic means in good shape.
There are dozens like that. So you nicked something and are sent to the nic, lift weights there and get in good nic.
Heinz Baked Beans are big breakfast favorite in the UK, which is really disgusting.
P.S. to D.P.
One needs to avoid spotted dick in the can. Try it in the dining room. It is suet and currents, best home made or at cafe which we would call a gressy spoon. Can or ‘tinned’ spotted dick would not be a fair test and in fact I have never seen it in that way in a English supermarket. Maybe an expat special for overseas consumption. It actually is quit good when fresh. But no way should V go around asking for it. Personally, when M asks me to pick up any double entrende products in Britain I make up a fake shopping list, go to some clerk in the femine hygene section because they are used to this approach and say(low voice) ‘pardon me, do you have any of these, er, I am not sure how to pronounce it –point–point–wink. ‘Right this ways, sir’…..They all watch Curb, CSI and Mad Men, they get it.
Oh, I am always getting to your blog so late these days, so I know my comments fall on nearly deaf (or at least bored) ears. But I thought I would add that there was very recently a big controversey (you should hear me pronounce that word) in the UK, because a certain Local Authority (that’s county local government) got tired of all the comments about Spotted Dick on the menu in its cafeteria. So it decided to call it Spotted Richard instead. It made the national news – for weeks – until the county backed down and returned to the traditional boiled pudding.