23 Friday Mar 2018 Posted by Bill Bisgood in ., Haiku, humour, poem, Poetry ≈ 11 Comments Tagschips, eating, fish, food, haiku, poetry, temptation Of course I refer to UK deep fried chips, as in ‘fish and chips’ Heads turned as he passed Filling the breeze with desire Chips with vinegar Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
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And the rustle of old newspaper and smell of the salt sea. Lovely reminder of happy times.
Irresistible, don’t you just want to get to the chippies?
Are there any other kind of chips?
I understand there are, in foreign climes.
Malt vinegar I hope.
Of course, there are standards to maintain !
Calling chips ‘fries’ has started to creep in, resistance is strong.
I once made the mistake of ordering sausage and chips in the USA and was most disappointed when I got potato crisps, which I don’t like!
I did same in Australia, culture shock!
I remember years ago having fish and chips in London. Chips are marvelous.
Still are, not too healthy a diet but delicious 😄