Been inspired by something a character eats or drinks?

[citoyen]

Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.

That sounds like a damn good lunch to me.

[Mr Larrington]

Anyone done One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich?

First read that while serving a ten-stretch at st custards.  The similarities were remarkable

[Gattopardo]

Having encountered a Several of ScotPlod nomming macaroni pies in divers novels I am intrigued, though not enough to travel to Scotlandland to seek one out.

Morrisons in London sell them from time to time on the hot counter.

[Gattopardo]

I went to a colleague's wedding a few years ago. At the reception, there was a choice of two cocktails on arrival - his wife had chosen Bellinis, he had chosen White Russians. I don't know if he'd ever had a White Russian before, but he was a fan of The Big Lebowski so it seemed like a good idea.

Absolutely no one touched the White Russians, everyone went for the Bellinis.

Who ever thought putting milk in an alcoholic drink was a good idea?

Anyone who ever spent an evening imbibing Steve “Knobber” Nixon's Brandy Alexanders*.  Hic!

* OK, so it’s supposed to be cream rather than milk…

Amaretto sour has raw albumen in it.

[Deano]

Having encountered a Several of ScotPlod nomming macaroni pies in divers novels I am intrigued, though not enough to travel to Scotlandland to seek one out.

I made macaroni pie for my last audax, it's surprisingly hard to explain to English folk who haven't encountered it. Those who tried it seemed to enjoy it, and it looks like I invented the Macaroni Pie Floater (Mac pie inna bowl of soup).

[Pingu]

Now I want a macaroni pie supper anna pickled egg 

[Deano]

I still have a bit in the freezer (for research purposes, you understand, there's always a time when you just want some beige food encased in more beige food).



Someone commented that mac pie doesn't normally have a lid, but what is a pie without a lid?

[Gattopardo]

I still have a bit in the freezer (for research purposes, you understand, there's always a time when you just want some beige food encased in more beige food).



Someone commented that mac pie doesn't normally have a lid, but what is a pie without a lid?

Quiche 

Always thought macaroni pie was cheesy macaroni in a pork pie style crust.  Then the lid is melted grated cheese. 

There is a similar pie, a easter rice pie made with, ricotta or mascarpone and sweet crust.

[Mr Larrington]

Someone commented that mac pie doesn't normally have a lid, but what is a pie without a lid?

A flan.

HTH HAND

[T42]

Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.

That sounds like a damn good lunch to me.

No longer remember the inspiration, but once tried devilled kidneys for Christmas breakfast à la stately home.  Once was enough: they killed my appetite for lunch.

Something I've fancied trying since I read about it was done by a Dickens character, quoted in Dorothy Hartley's wonderful Food in England: he hung a piece of pork on his door-key and suspended this from the mantel by a string so that it could twirl in front of his fire until well-roasted.

I hope he had a pan underneath for the dripping.

[Slave To The Viking]

Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.

That sounds like a damn good lunch to me.

No longer remember the inspiration, but once tried devilled kidneys for Christmas breakfast à la stately home.  Once was enough: they killed my appetite for lunch.

Something I've fancied trying since I read about it was done by a Dickens character, quoted in Dorothy Hartley's wonderful Food in England: he hung a piece of pork on his door-key and suspended this from the mantel by a string so that it could twirl in front of his fire until well-roasted.

I hope he had a pan underneath for the dripping.

I have nothing further to add, at the moment, but I notice that the last comment was posted on my birthday, then the thread has lain dormant ever since. As the OP,  that's oddly pleasing.

Of course, I've ruined it now...