This post was written by Pecora Nera, one of my favourite bloggers also famous for managing to convince a Sicilian expat to 1) marry an Englishman 2) move back to Sicily. You can read more of his hilarious posts at englishmaninitaly.org.
There are times in life when we all make catastrophic errors that we will remember for the rest of our lives. Because Mrs S is very sensible she has made very few earth shattering mistakes.
Maybe marrying a crazy Englishman might be one of them. They have happened and under duress and after I promised not to tell anyone, she told me the following story.
When Miss Sensible left Sicily and emigrated to the United Kingdom, there were one or two things that she really missed. She missed the sunshine, her family and living near to the sea. She also missed Italian food and in particular arancine.
Arancine are stuffed rice balls filled with ragu, coated in breadcrumbs and deep fried. They are to die for, first you bite through the fried breadcrumbs, which contrasts with the soft rice and then the wonderful ragu fills your mouth with flavour. They might not be quite as good as a bacon sandwich with a hot mug of tea, but to a Sicilian who is living in rainy Sheffield, they are the comfort food they miss.
One day Miss Sensible, was with friends from her church, they were having a bring and share. Miss Sensible took a cake to share. Imagine her surprise when she saw that somebody had brought arancine! All thoughts of eating cucumber sandwiches with the crusts cut off were extinguished from her mind, she gravitated over to the arancine and reverently picked one up.
Remembering her previous life in Sicily, she slowly bit into the delicious morsel and as she savoured the taste she realised something was wrong. The problem was, somebody had seen fit to bring scotch eggs to the meeting of friends and scotch eggs do not contain rice and ragu, they contain hard boiled eggs and sausage meat.
Miss Sensible now had two problems, the first was there were no arancine to be had and the second was, should Miss Sensible spit or swallow? Now we all know in polite circles good girls don’t so Miss Sensible swallowed the devilish mouthful of scotch egg.
Now this story was told to me in complete confidence, so no reblogging this post or spreading rumours that Mrs Sensible made a mistake.