Phlakes said:
You silly Brits. Everyone knows the only way to go is drinking Bovril [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bovril] straight.
"But Phlakes," you non-British fellows say, "what exactly is Bovril?"
Well, what's the first thing that comes to your mind when I say "meat extract spread"? Because it's that.
So it's marrow paste? Because that's what came to my mind. Does that resemble shark fin soup in flavour/texture, because that's what I'm picturing. White, goopy, sticks along the lining of your throat and you're pretty sure it's shark fin soup, but it might also be wallpaper paste or condensed jizz and, provided they salted the wallpaper paste, you really wouldn't be able to tell.
OT: Never tried Branston Pickle and don't care to. Was, however, made to laugh out loud at the claim that only women can cook on account of the fact that I've never met a woman who could cook worth a damn. To be fair, my mother and aunts learned to cook from their mother whom I've seen manage to burn potatoes she was boiling. "That doesn't make sense. How do you burn something while you're boiling it?" I don't know. I genuinely don't fucking know, but she managed it.
