22 Tuesday May 2012
The butty wagon arrives outside my office at around 0915 each working day. Under normal circumstances, I don’t partake but I missed my breakfast this morning. I can resist anything except temptation, so the lure of a hot butty had me hook, line and sinker.
Me: “May I have a sausage and bacon, please?”
Butty wagon lady: “I’m sorry, we only have bacon and sausage left.”
Me: “That’s OK, I’ll stand the other side of it.”
02 Friday Mar 2012
Posted in butty, food, Musings, sandwich, Thoughts, Uncategorized, upper-class twit
I get criticised for using the word “butty” to describe my lunch. Two slices of bread with a filling, I’m told, should be known as a “sandwich”. This name was coined during the eighteenth century after John Montagu, the 4th Earl of Sandwich, who was fond of a butty when he was out killing defenceless animals.
I’m no historian, but I believe that folk were eating food this way for thousands of years before John was even born. So my answer is no, I won’t abandon “butty” and call my lunch after some upper-class twit.
