Branston Pickle

Since we have so many other condiment threads, I thought I'd start one about my favorite condiment.

If you're going to post on this thread, 2 rules:

1) You can only post here if you actually know what Branston Pickle IS.

2) If you know what Branston Pickle is and LIKE it, please K&R the thread.

When I lived in the UK I'd have it for lunch almost every day (lunch was usually a ploughman's with piece of stilton cheese). Good stuff. :thumbsup:

Pickle was the nickname my dad gave my sister, Branston was the obvious alteration by her mean brother.

As far as the foodstuff goes, it's something I haven't eaten in a while. If I do eat it, it's with a ham sandwich but no cheese unless toasted. I prefer the small chunk variety.

Mark.

Oh, well, at least you're not a heathen perv.

I have an English husband and an English son-in-law and they both wax rapsodic over food that I can't believe anybody would want to eat....Like Marmite, and Branston Pickle.
And pickled onions (they look like a jar of eyeballs.) Must have something to do with the War and stiff upper lips and all that. My husband smears Coleman's Mustard HOT HOT HOT on lovely steak... Of course, it doesn't matter so much because he insists I burn it to a tasteless crisp anyway.
And they both love little horrors called McVitie's Digestive Buscuits which are supposed to be cookies and have all the texture, taste and digestive appeal of slightly sweetened clumps of sand. (They're a bit better frosted with chocolate, but then anything is better frosted in chocolate. )
I know there's a lot of great food in England, I've been there a few times....so where does all this affection for the traditionally hideous come from?

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It was one of the things I'd reluctantly resigned myself to missing when I moved to the States. Fortunately, the English grocery store near my house here in CA has an abundant supply. And proper Cadbury's chocolate (not that rubbish made under license by Hershey's).

after drinking, as a result of losing a bet, a concoction that I described as tasting like 'alcoholic Branston Pickle'.

To give the Americans an idea of what Branston tastes like, the ingredients in the concoction were, roughly:

gin
vodka
beer
treacle
anchovies
parmesan
cream crackers
and a slice of lemon.

And that was so vile, that I couldn't face the reminiscent taste of Branston for a few years.