The main thing is that you don't get over-excited and get your units confused and add Linguine to a pasty
Mine's a pint of Skinner's -->
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The difference between a Cornish and a Devon pasty also requires careful consideration, the obviously superior and almost always award winning Cornish pasty is a multifunctional device of measurement, diameter, weight, length, angular* and also direction (a pasty, when suspended by a string, will always point to it's home county)
* Each edge crimp is an increment of 9° on a proper job.
Never understood "cream first", it is just Bad Engineering: even the yellowest of clotted cream can not support a sufficient mass of jam on top, without giving way. Especially as you can't spread it fully over the scone base without cracking the protective shell. But a fully formed deep plateau of jam first can then be heaped with a delightful peak of cream that reaches to the heavens.
After that, the *real* test begins: can you manoeuvre the massive morsel, without the baked substrate giving way, so that all of the goodness goes into your gob and not have any smeared upon your moustache*?
* a young child or elfin maid may, of course, allow a single blob of cream to remain decorously perched upon the nose, to be wiped off with an aunt's hanky or kissed away by a hopeful paramour respectively.
There is no definitive answer to the cream or jam first debate. My solution is based on simple & sound engineering principles, the more viscous material should be applied directly to the scone, (pronounced scone, incidentally) & the runnier one goes on top. Otherwise you'll be trying to stick a sticky material to a runny one, good luck with that, I'll be on to my third scone while you're still fighting with your first.
(Full disclosure, I'm from Kent, so I'm probably not allowed an opinion?)
sorry for the delay
but I am SO old that MY Subbuteo only had a few teams,
all RED
all BLUE
all WHITE
RED shirts- WHITE shorts
BLUE shirts - WHITE shorts
there WAS a few of the LIGHT BLUE available so the assorted Chester FC / Man City FC could play along too
IF Dukla Prague played in the above colours, then YES, I had Dukla Prague apparently :o)
I actually prefer eating a Cornish, rather than a Devon Pasty because of the way they are crimped.
I'd kill for a Ivor Dewdney pasty right now, have to wait until May when I am returning to the UK (Plymouth) for a concert, though I did manage to sate my pasty cravings during a visit in November.
there is a reason we went to metric, but still like to use imperial, and TIME< not XKCD, but Calvin and Hobbes to the recue
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To be fair: how far you can go for a given quantity seems more intuitive than how much it takes you to go a given distance.
After five years living in Germany, and being presented with a small number of l/100km on the dash, I still mentally convert to mpg for something my head understands. It's a simple matter of multiplying the l/100km value by 1.6 and dividing the result into 455. Perhaps a small table would be easier.
> my truck is set to the American version of imperial
It's confusing, but I think US Gallon and Imperial (old Canada) Gallons are different. "Canadian gallon, called also Imperial gallon has 4,54609 litres. US gallon has 231 cubic inches or exactly 3,785411784 litres" so like 20% different.
and butter in firkins (~25kg) ? ;) Surprised milk isn't in gills (¼ pint. :)
If you read old (before 1960s) recipe books these old units were still used. US books were worse using volumes rather than mass(weight) and in pre internet days working out what a stick of butter weighed was a major undertaking. (It's 4 oz US or 113g. Here the packaging is often graduated in 50g increments ~ ½ stick.)
One of enduring legacies of the French Revolution and Bonaparte's European adventures has to be the metric system (and arguably European bureaucracy, unfortunately.)
Which is where the US went wrong.
If they'd only waited a few more years and had the US Revolution *after* the French Revolution, then the French could have brought the metric system over with them and the 13 colonies would have leaped at the chance for another way to distance themselves from the English Oppressors. Which would have then better prepared them to invade the remaining, what, 90% of the continent as they would already have their ammunition properly sorted out (9mm etc).
Ah, the firkin. A truly magnificent unit of measurement.
I remember that morning when as a young lad I had deposited a four pint take out container in the fridge, only for my mother to ask "Is this firkin yours?"
I can still feel the thick ear I got when I replied: "Yes of course it's firkin mine"
> density (Whoa, another missing unit??)
Physical density: clearly has to be related to witches.
- the hedge-witch (or "mock" witch) being the same density as water, at STP, has neutral buoyancy and remains static at whatever depth you place her.
- the standard witch floats, obviously, often with the help of the cunning wicker and waxed fabric construction of her hat; the pointy bit makes for a good daggerboard, providing excellent handling in a crosswind, but the refusal to draw it in has led to many sandbar groundings.
- the Granny witch stands entirely proud of the water, just daring you to mock her.
Mental density: based on current events, start at the bottom with a M*
* the author of this note has been advised not to finish that line of reasoning.
> not past-ies
Who says "past-ies"?
Isn't is "pass-tees" or "par-stees" (or "parrr-stees", the number of 'r's giving you localisation that GPS could only dream of)?
"Past-ies" sounds like you're reminiscing about golden treats from years gone by (or maybe just Ginsters from the Student Union).
Being Northern, I have to say that I find The Gregg(s) a superior unit to the Pastie, not only does it do weight but it also done thermal as its the unit of measurement the govt uses to be Amibent for tax reasons and we know how wonderful HMRC are, also for health and safety, happy Christmas.
1 Greggs Pasty (GP) = The amount of thermal energy required to be molten-lava hot on the outside while remaining geologically cold in the centre.
The Greggs Heat Scale
• 0.2 GP – Warmish. Safe. You think, “I’ll bite the corner.”
• 0.5 GP – Deceptively hot. Steam escapes. Confidence still unjustified.
• 1.0 GP – Standard Greggs Pasty
Outside: surface of the sun
Inside: Victorian cellar temperature
• 1.5 GP – Tongue damage likely. Regret sets in. You keep eating anyway.
• 2.0 GP – Full mouth burn. Roof-of-mouth skin sacrifice. No lesson learned.
• 3.0 GP (Festival Variant) – Has been under a heat lamp since 6am. Classed as a controlled weapon.
Common Usage
• “That coffee’s about 0.7 Greggs.”
• “Careful mate, that’s at least 1.3 pasties.”
• “Microwaved lasagne? Solid 2 Greggs, edges lethal, middle frozen.”
Key Scientific Properties
• Non-uniform heat distribution (core remains inexplicably cold)
• Time-dependent danger (cooling curve lies to you)
• Overconfidence amplification in hungry subjects
In short:
The Greggs pasty is not a precise unit; it’s a warning system.
NoCoffee,
So near, but yet so far. The Greggs scale should be for their cheese slices! Which are worse, because they can be deceptively cool on the outside, and then reach temperatures hotter than the centre of the Sun in the middle. The pasty is merely an amateur in comparison, when it comes to customer injury effectiveness. Cheese also has an additional advantage, in that having burnt the roof of your mouth and tongue, there's then a slight delay before an errant stretchy cheesy string can slap itself onto your lips and chin, to administer the coup de grace of burn/laceration, to complete the suffering.
Although, both pale in comparison to the might Pop Tart. Or "Napalm covered in cardboard" - as Greg Proops once described them.
Greggs is a geographic unit.
Just like Cornish Pasties have special designation to only be from Cornwall, Greggs are the defn of Northern
No longer do southerners at the BBC have to decide if the need to send their Northern Correspondent to cover a story in Nottingham. They can just fix the north south divide based on local Greggs density
I tried my first two Greggs Steak Bake's during my November visit back home.
Can confirm the temperature scale, loss of skin on tongue & roof of my mouth, I really thinks trading standards should get involved as in calling it a steak bake as the meat content was minimal & was mostly gravy.
The same effect can be accomplished at home by mr Kipling fruit tarts and heating them for about 2 minutes, nice and cool to touch the outside - the filling can blister the roof of your mouth..
Other brands can achieve the same but they are the ones I have tried…
"secret satan.....err santa"
Santa and Satan are the same being, everybody knows that.
As proof, one is an anagram of the other.
Secondly, Oct 31 and Dec 25 are the same number (ask any techie).
Thirdly, have you ever seen Saint Nick and Old Nick in the same room together?
This makes even more sense when you think about it further ... For example, who would YOU pick as the patron saint for a holiday best known for hedonism, libertinism, decadence and debauchery?
Cornish pasties were originally invented to be a complete mean for miners and other workers, and having two compartments, the first containing meat, potatoes, vegetables etc and a second smaller compartment containing the pudding e.g. filled with jam or something similar. The Pasty was designed such that it could be carried in a lunch box or bag without disintegrating.
None of the above mentioned Pasties takes into consideration the jammy bit.
Cornish pasties were originally invented to be a complete mean for miners and other workers..
But then along came Ginsters and some heavy lobbying and regulatory capture to define the Cornish pasty* as the product they churn out & nobble competitors. Which means an official Cornish pasty actually weighs only 227g and will probably get lighter through shrinkflation.
But as for the pastie and stickiness, one should perhaps consider defining the merkin. With an average weight of 90kg, that really won't stick, although I guess it could be wedged into some folds.
*top crimp > side crimp, but that's not how Ginsters machines were configured, so the inferior side crimp won.
But then along came Ginsters and some heavy lobbying and regulatory capture to define the Cornish pasty* as the product they churn out & nobble competitors. Which means an official Cornish pasty actually weighs only 227g and will probably get lighter through shrinkflation.
A downvote for using the G word in polite company
That achieved its ultimate destination decades ago in my experience. A Stranraer* to Larne ferry had something called a Scotch pie on sale in its definitely not restaurant. I made the mistake of buying one. It consisted of a rigid pastry case whose contents were a greasy smear on the bottom.
* Yes, that long ago. In fact, longer.
I thought it was designed to be dropped down a mine shaft without disintegrating.
Thus ending an errant Knocker* rightly, when a detachable pommel was unavailable-
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knocker_(folklore)#
The Knocker, Knacker, or Tommyknocker (US) is a mythical, subterranean, gnome-like creature in Cornish and Devon folklore.
Which I think also explains the connection between pasties and knockers as a form of pre-emptive self-defence. If the knocker is pastied, it can't see and won't attack. Probably. Might also explain why merkins prefer Tommyknockers with their pasties because British knockers typically contain less silicon or mineral oils.
"Cornish pasties were originally invented to be a complete mean for miners..."
You didn't mention the key part of that fact, which is that the hard crimped edge isn't supposed to be eaten. It's there as a disposable handle to enable miners to eat them with dirty hands without slowly poisoning themselves with whatever you get covered in in tin mines. (Tbh could be an urban myth, but if so is well-entrenched, & makes sense)
An aged friend refers to Cornish pasties as "armoured Scouse" as the filling resembles the local "delicacy" that gives Liverpool natives their nickname.
Quite amusing story, but only holds up when written down. And even then requires a misspelling. Cornish Pasty, burlesque pastie. Pastie pronounced like paste, i.e. the adhesive used to attach it. So not really to be confused in spoken conversation. And yes, in NI a pasty is a pastie, but the pronunciation is (basically) the same.
Maybe what is needed is a Grand Unified Theory. One that connects the mass of a pasty with it's size.
Quantum field theory can help here. We have Einstein's E = mc² to associate mass with energy and QFT can be stretched to consider Planck's constant multiplied by the speed of light. Here "c" might be cancelled from both the energy term and the distance.
Some jiggery pokery might then lead to the wavelength of a (cornish) pasty by invoking wave-particle duality.
The ambivalent nature of pasty / pasty might also be resolved through a Schroedinger's cat approach. Put both items in a box, microwave them and see whether the result smells delicious or like sweaty bodies.
After that, you're on your own
I am not clear whether the nipple guard is required only by the athletic amongst the usually better endowed fairer sex (and chaps with gynecomastia.)
A quick oogle suggests even the less active ladies also use them as modesty patches beneath revealing garments.
I think the two words are pronounced slightly differently. The Cornish comestible, the pasty appears to rhyme with "ass tea" whereas the pāste·on nipple accessory pāsty rhymes with "hāsty." (Also tasty but that's a horse of another colour entirely.)
Given the varying diameter of the pāsty is not due to the size variation of the nipple but rather the commonly pigmented areola surrounding the nipple, perhaps the unit of circumference might be called the areola even though etymologically it's a "small area."
1.0 areola (pāsty) = circumference of a pāsty 0.5 lg (70 mm or 2.756") => 1 areola ~ 1.57 lg (220 mm or 8.66")
A notable omission is a reg·unit of energy or work (Joule, kWh, erg) — the closest would be a Norris·linguine (No·lg.)
Also lacking a pressure unit although Norris/nanoWales (No-nW-1) might serve as might badgers/nanoWales if we take bagders as a unit of weight rather than mass. Curiously 1.0 badger·nW-1 ~ 4.1 pa.
So 1.0 atmosphere ~ 24.7 kbadger·nW-1 and car tyres pumped to 50 kbadger·nW-1.
I can advise that amongst the athletic population it's usually the less well-endowed gender that requires nipple protection. They chafe on the inside of a shirt/vest, particularly in cold/wet conditions. The more well-endowed tend to wear a sports bra to hold everything in place and thus don't experience the same chafing.
and thus don't experience the same chafing or black eyes.....
Also true for merkins, especially whilst clam diving. Plus if micro/autoclave or dishwasher safe, crabbing. Other mentions of hygiene wrt smooth finishes might still get you a black eye if you ask "why? don't you shower?'
As the Pasty, Pastie varies in spelling, pronunciation, size, weight and other defining characteristics. I propose that it is in fact a descriptor for what our politicians say and how it is interpreted by the unwashed masses.
Everyone says it is this characteristic but no one agrees on that is, include the politicians who originally said it.
I know that shrinkflation** is alll the rage these days but a proper Cornish pasty is is quite a big thing, its pretty much a day's food for a tin miner, not finger food for social hour at the local wine bar***. We used to get good ones from the village fire station, it was an off hours side hustle for them at that time (probably long gone because of 'elf and safety). I've not met anything similar that's worthy of the name since.
(**Its a sign of the times. Even our local Indian shop has shrunk its samosas -- it used to be difficult to eat more than one, now they're starting to be more snack sized.)
(***OK, its a pretty big piece of finger food at 300g but "you know what I mean")
Given the confusion of a pastie/pastry, why not bin that for two standards:
For lighter weights, I’d nominate the Yorkie candy bar.
For heavier weights, the average pork pie, which seems to be upwards of 700 grams from my cursory research.
I don't understand why the FFF (Furlong Firkin Fortnight) system (see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FFF_system) hasn't been brought into the discussion as a practical remedy.
Obviously the Furlong needs to be replaced by the Fathom in nautical settings (e.g. in Whittlesea as Network Rail insist on calling it or the "Hope and Anchor" in Islington) but otherwise it's pretty much perfect. For example rather than asking "mein host" for a yard of ale it should be 1/2 a fathom instead. All aboard the Skylark!