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British food gets a bad rap. Connoiseur's poo-poo the Isles' gastric creations because they're too "basic" and "starchy." Well basic and starchy are my middle names. (yup, that's what "Gilbert" and "Henry" really mean. they're family names.) Meg and I have had some lovely meals over here; some we've bought and some we've made.

On our first full day in St. Andrews Meg took me to this awesome little cafe right across from her academic building called Northpoint. There, we had a late brunch that consisted of scrambled eggs, rashers, and toast. The eggs were unbelievable; I don't know if it was the fresh milk or the extra sharp cheddar but I was definitely not in the mood for sharing.

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Translation: lay off me I'm starving!

Meg had basically the same thing, sans rashers and toast and on a bagel instead. Even after a week of traveling in Barcelona, she looked beautiful as always.

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Today we decided to be a bit more adventurous and cook for ourselves. We decided to start with a cheese board, the contents of which we purchased at the local cheesemonger. It consisted of a nice local bleu, a smoked Lancashire, an Appiel's Cheshire, and the Isle of Mull Cheddar.

After that we were inspired by the local butcher to make a British classic: banger's and mash. We got some steak sausages, nice potatoes for mashing, and some string beans. Ye verily, it was delicious.

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It may look blurry, but don't be confused; the picture is actually obscured by the pure deliciousness that was oozing from the pan.

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