I think the UK's had it and gotten over it. If I'm remembering my History of Food: Renaissance Europe class correctly, Ren. era feasts featured things like roast peacock (with the feathers put back on for table presentation) stuffed with goose, stuffed with grouse, stuffed with pigeon, stuffed with thrush, stuffed with finch, stuffed with a quail egg.
...er, yes. I'm sorry if I seemed not to be aware of the kind of foodstuffs that were all the rage several hundred years ago - I pretty much thought we were talking about modern trends in eating.
Does 'turd' mean anything in US slang?
Yes.
Yet another word for excrement.
Well, huh. I thought you guys used it too. And yet still the word 'turducken' has been embraced to describe a foodstuff? I'd have thought that would be a hard sell...
Although, maybe the UK hasn't entirely gotten over it...slashfood also educated me about a Scotch Egg, which looks like the Everlasting Gobstopper of breakfast foods. It's a hard-boiled egg wrapped in sausage then rolled in breadcrumbs and deep-fried.
Yummy goodness! I suppose that you could think of that in the same light as Turducken, maybe, although it's never occured to me to do so. Didn't realise they were deep fried - it's classic picnic food, served cold with pickles. (And you can get wee picnic eggs, which are half the size or so, and have a chopped-up-boiled-egg centre, instead of an actual boiled egg.) I guess that in my head, they're cheerfully sitting next to sausage rolls and cornish pasties and cheese'n'pineapple-onna-stick, as cheap'n'cheerful foodstuffs, rather than next to an extravagant multilayered beastie. More like a corn dog kind of idea, maybe.
YMMV
ION, I have just watched
Lilo and Stitch
for the gazillionth time, and have been reduced to tears
yet again.
Every bloody time. Damn. It kills me ded.
And yet still the word 'turducken' has been embraced to describe a foodstuff?
I think it's in the pronunciation. It's tur(key)-ducken (duck plus chicken smooshed together).
Is it pronounced 'turDUCKen'?
"Help. I'm lost."
nods. blows nose.
And
"I want to dance. I practised."
And
"This is Scrump. I made her, but her head is too big. So I pretend a bug laid eggs in her ears, and she's upset because she only has a few more days to..." (other kids have gone. Lilo throws doll down and storms off. Beat. Lilo comes running back and grabs doll up in her arms and hugs it like it's the most precious thing in the world and she can't believe she just did that. Argh! Am weeping as type! Am SUCH a bloody SAP! But it's that little rider that kills me.)
And
"This is my family. I found it all on my own. It's little and broken...but still good. Yeah. Still good."
blows nose again.
First Lilo kills me. Then she kills me again. Then Stitch kills me. Then
he
kills me again. God! (It struck me, this evening, that it was almost like reading hurt/comfort fic, in terms of the OMGPleaseMakeEverythingBetter! factor.)
I think it's in the pronunciation. It's tur(key)-ducken (duck plus chicken smooshed together).
No, I do get that. It just sounds unappetising. (I have the same reaction to shitake mushrooms, fwiw, but tend to stifle my inner 9 year old's sniggers of 'SHIT! It's called SHITake!' with fuddy duddy mutterings of 'well, it's a foreign word, and Johnny Foreigner hasn't been blessed with English as his first language')
Jilli loves the
Lilo & Stitch
but it upsets her so much that we hardly ever watch it.
"Help. I'm lost."
"This is my family. I found it all on my own. It's little and broken...but still good. Yeah. Still good."
So very much this. So. Very. This.
I haven't watched it since I moved here, because I did leave a large part of my family behind. I've found new family here in SF, and I have you peeps, but.... Still good.
Jilli loves the Lilo & Stitch but it upsets her so much that we hardly ever watch it.
It's not that it ...
upsets
me, it's just that I start crying during parts of it, and sometimes I don't feel like crying while watching a movie. But I do love it.
Poppycock. If it was a mere eye-weepage you wouldn't be so hesistant. It really gets to you, I can tell.
Maybe you need cheering up.
BEEP!
Did that help?
