(Yes, the English HAVE been known to cook)(rarely) . . . but nobody wants to eat it.
We would have starved to death in London if it hadn't been for Indian and Chinese restaurants . . . and McDonald's. Which just goes to show you how bad English cooking is, that we voluntarily ate Macky-D's!
You know that in almost every matter I throw myself at your feet, right? Good, because now I have to say:
Harrumph!
My late aunt, of the extreme Limey persuasion, born within the sound of Bow Bells and all, could cook so beautifully that it would make you weep. The day I passed my canonical exams in the Pspsicola Church (12/31/76) there was an unsually low tide in Oyster Bay. While I was sweating the last day of exams, my family was out gathering oysters! That night we had Oyster Stew and Beef Wellington, all cooked by Auntie Peggy.
Wow! Trifle for dessert! Nirvana!