Went in a cafe of the wrong class today. [sad face]

Naice English people would always say that it is pronounced Keen Wah, and I think I've even bought it with this written on the packet, but yes, native Spanish speakers would indeed pronounce it Kee-Noah, or probably Kee NO ah with stress on the NO, unless there is an accent in there somewhere to indicate otherwise.

As I typed into google, the words.....Peruvian pronunciation of quinoa.....i realised I was in danger of being sucked into an off black hole the size of Hoxton (or is it Hackney or Hornsey that is new hipsterville). Mind you, I grew up wearing fucking hand painted shoes, I am probably there already.

There was a thread about how to correctly pronounce Quinoa and the Peruvian / Spanish locals say Kee-Noah.

Keenwah is a joke played upon upper middle class pretentious hippy hipsters. Just saying...

I'm afraid Ninja that owning up to drinking tinned milk in tea outs you completely as beneath the class system. Not even aspiring hipsters would go that far.

"Can't drink proper tea at work as no pot and no fresh milk possible."
I read this and thought to myself that "there's naught wrong with tinned milk in tea." Now I was raised Elsewhere, so often miss the finer points of the British Class System despite my mum's best efforts, but I suspect that this means I have no place on a thread discussing the existential crises of the middle classes. Do I have that right?

Hmm, quinoa
Oxford dictionary says 'Keeen-wah'
Cambridge dictionary says 'Kin-wah'

I say 'Rank slimy grains that should be used as an exfoliant rather than eaten-wah'

Vets - I'd have thought it was hard to get to grips with any sort of eel, let alone a jellied one. I've only ever had eel as sushi.

I've only ever seen butter pies in Lancashire.

Maybe usual didn't RTFT?

I'm currently listening to Deliciously Stella's podcasts, a spoof of you know who and her ilk. She's a bit irritatingly posh, but I think she'd fit right in on this thread.

www.instagram.com/deliciouslystella/?hl=en

In the latest one they were talking about a butter pie, which is basically potatoes and butter in pastry. I missed which area of the country it hails from.

I really can't see the problem tbh.
I abhor onions ir chives being sprinkled on
my salad. If I get something I don't want, I kick myself for not being explicit enough. The person who served who served you isn't a mind reader, for goodness sake! I presume you checked her bag, to see if she has any glass balls?!

Fabulous. It is not, I repeat NOT keeeenwahhhhh!

Kee-noir to make it almost sound French, with a good look around to make sure others have noticed. It's the only way.

Ahhhhhhhh........but how do you pronounce QUINOA!!!!!!

This is the true test...

I know Vanilla I'm sorry, it was only once and I was desperate.

When I was a teenager my step-father belonged to The Travellers Club in Pall Mall (uber posh gentlemen's members club) and we went there for a celebratory dinner. I ordered eels as I thought it would be crunchy like whitebait. It wasn't. It was jellied and cold and slimey and rank. My mother hissed at me "Eat it, even if it KILLS you" because she didn't want me to cause a fuss.

Many years later I tried that line on DS when he wouldn't eat his mushy peas in a gastro pub. I force fed him mushy peas to avoid a scene and then he puked them up all over the table.

as dry as a nun's gusset that's one I will remember and use at every possible occasion...

user I never got to grips with jellied eels - although exMIL (born within the sound of Bow Bells) loved them. ExH and I regularly used to go to a Pie and Mash shop for lunch on a Saturday (very classy).

oh god that has got to be the worst food I have ever tasted.
When I first moved to Brixton 25 years ago, there was still a pie and mash shop. I had the eels in liquor and mash. It was the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted. Like school dinners but much much worse.

Nobody has discussed East London pie and mash as far as I can see. Some years ago, I took a friend from NZ who watched in amazement as they threw her pie onto the plate, smeared the mash on one side and ladled on the green liquor (no drizzling here). She gamely entered into the spirit of the meal and collected her mismatched spoon and fork, put vinegar on her pie and sipped her tea from a slightly chipped mug. Pie and mash is just one thing I miss about living in East London

Vanilla - I do believe I have busted another rib.

Lovely talc
What's a Greek Urn?
About ten bob a week.

Boom Boom!

Obscure fact of the day: in the RN, a large water boiler tea urn thingy is known as a fanny.

I would like to see this extended further into society.

Camilla, Duchess of Cornshire: Benson, do fetch one a mug of char from the fanny. I have a mouth as dry as a nun's gusset.

Benson: Yes Ma'am. Would Ma'am like a gypsy cream on the side?

Benson proffers melamine tray of Family Favourites

enter Prince Charles, hoiking up trousers with rolled-up Daily Express under arm

Charles, Duke of Catford: One has just restocked the lake with brown trout. Alright gel?

continues ad naus

USER..builders tea with lots of sugar?!? the only saving grave here is the ironic use of a pot, otherwise its dangerously close to builders tea proper.

i think pre steeped urn tea is the next big thing..