Well, there wasn't any "hot sausage and mustard" nor were there "peas, pudding, and saveloys," but this evening did provide an excellent meal at the home of my friends Mike and Julia Fallon. They had a group in for a post-Christmas dinner, which was great fun, and the food was wonderful. A South-Western soup was served, not unlike chili, but with more varied ingredients. I will have to ask for the recepie...recipie...receipie...(I never could spell that word.)
FLT3
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Dearest Mrs. Maine:
"Saveloy" comes from the charming little musical "Oliver!" in which the workhouse orphans sing of "Peas, pudding, and saveloys" as they are marched in to a dinner of watery gruel. The following line in the song is "What's next is the question" which I have always thought should have been "What's that, is the question" in reference to the previously-mentioned saveloy.
Alas, the service at the Savoy has not been stompin' or even really crawling in recent years. On a recent trip to the great city, I stopped in for luncheon and was shocked to see not only tennis shoes on the wait staff, but also a ketchup bottle placed brazenly upon an adjacent table, clearly violating the "no label on the table" credo so treasured by better society...where have the old ways gone?
FLT3
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