Having unknowingly, inadvertently "reinvented" a foppish Toad in the Hole — with fancy sausage and prunes — I had to find out for myself what the real thing was like.
I thought I had already tried Toad in the Hole at that foolish Renaissance Pleasure Faire, but it was always just a bit of flaky pastry wrapped around a boudin blanc — more of a pig in a blanket; something you could hold in your hand amidst the jesting and the jousting.
I Googled some images of Toad in the Hole to see what to aim for. Yikes. They looked like the photo above: sausages baking in Yorkshire Pudding batter. Nothing more, nothing less. A little frightening in its meatiness.
And what kind of sausages were they? Cranky suspected "bangers," but what's a banger? I thought it was just a cute nickname for sausage in general.
The other day Cranky was searching for English food items at Safeway (they don't carry Marmite in San Rafael, Sixy!), and decided to look for bangers. OMG, voila.
Now, these are not an artisan product, but they are local. We had to try them.
They were good. We ate half the Toad in the Hole last night for supper.
And we ate the other half in bed this morning.
If I turn totally Brit, will I have to have a new name? Seems like all English last names are hyphenated.
I'm thinking Fuchsia Guy-Ritchie.