For those of you who might have doubted me when I claimed (two years back) that the good folks of Hebden Bridge are in the habit of eating dock leaves with their fry-ups, here is photographic proof.
We had dock pudding for breakfast last Sunday.
Bloody marvellous, 'appen!
[Important Note: Actually, they're not dock leaves, they're the leaves of common bistort, but they're known as dock leaves in these parts!]
Both of my cats make dock pudding quite regularly. Don't seem to use a frying pan though.
Cats?????!!!!! DROWN THEM!
And lose my source of scrumptious dock pudding? Are you mad!
Mad? I'm positively fuming.
Bloody cats!
Dog pudding? At last, a practical use for those bloody annoying, snappy things!
That's no way to talk about your wife.
BOOM BOOM!