And that’s why the American language is so strange.
I think one day in history the dictionary everyone used got coffee on it and the words had no definitions so they had to assign them to whatever they thought was right. Sadly they were wrong.
Actually most of our words are British words but Britain changed there meaning take soccer thats what the English used to call it because of the long socks the players wore Britain lost the memo but America remembered
No no no. We FIXED them. Imagine being br*tish. Putting random “u”s in words. ColOur hOnoUr mOuLd. Imagine having a whole letter that only the 1%ers can even pronounce (its “t” pronounced like “s” but with a burst of air instead of a stream of air, and more pressure from the tongue onto the hard palate). We turned linguistic drift into linguistic power-slide.
Any time i hear a br*tish “person” talking, regardless of location or occasion, i rev my Ford f-450 supermax lifted truck (from which i removed the muffler) as hard as i can. This produces three strictly beneficial effects:
1 i can no longer hear the br*t “talking”
2 all of the smoke blocks sight of who is talking
3 the beautiful aroma that comes from the powerful black smoke reminds me of the most important things in life freedom, privatized healthcare, and tea in the ocean.
Mostly tasteless? You need to try a better biscuit. Also, while that biscuits and gravy thing is true, they're more often either on the side or cut in half with bacon and eggs or something in between the halves. It's not something you want to eat every day, but once every few months on a Saturday morning it's incredible.
I'm not sure that person has ever actually had a biscuit. I've never had a "spongey" biscuit. They are nothing like muffins either, which are closer to cake.
Where I'm from we serve them with a sausage patty in between the halves, and gravy on top. No one eats just a plain biscuit by itself... And they're supposed to be fluffy and moist, not 'crumby.' What was described in the original comment is exactly what a plain, stale biscuit tastes like. That's like an American taking a cold can of chili, dumping it on a slice of bread, and talking about how terrible beans on toast is...
Except the "gravy" is a greasy roux with bits of sausage meat in it. I think the biscuits are basically savoury scones. I'm not judging, the whole dish sounds fairly tasty and like the kind of thing a Northerner or Scotsman might invent.
The American word for biscuits equates to a spongey, mostly tasteless muffin. People in the south sometimes pour gravy on them and call it a meal.
And that’s why the American language is so strange.
I think one day in history the dictionary everyone used got coffee on it and the words had no definitions so they had to assign them to whatever they thought was right. Sadly they were wrong.
Actually most of our words are British words but Britain changed there meaning take soccer thats what the English used to call it because of the long socks the players wore Britain lost the memo but America remembered
Is this a copypasta I've missed or something...?
Its called soccer because it's full name was association football and they took the second syllable and turned it into a nickname for the sport.
Socks have nothing to do with it.
Nope, "soccer" is a shortened form of "association," as in "Football Association."
No no no. We FIXED them. Imagine being br*tish. Putting random “u”s in words. ColOur hOnoUr mOuLd. Imagine having a whole letter that only the 1%ers can even pronounce (its “t” pronounced like “s” but with a burst of air instead of a stream of air, and more pressure from the tongue onto the hard palate). We turned linguistic drift into linguistic power-slide.
Any time i hear a br*tish “person” talking, regardless of location or occasion, i rev my Ford f-450 supermax lifted truck (from which i removed the muffler) as hard as i can. This produces three strictly beneficial effects:
1 i can no longer hear the br*t “talking” 2 all of the smoke blocks sight of who is talking 3 the beautiful aroma that comes from the powerful black smoke reminds me of the most important things in life freedom, privatized healthcare, and tea in the ocean.
That's nice dear.
Mostly tasteless? You need to try a better biscuit. Also, while that biscuits and gravy thing is true, they're more often either on the side or cut in half with bacon and eggs or something in between the halves. It's not something you want to eat every day, but once every few months on a Saturday morning it's incredible.
I'm not sure that person has ever actually had a biscuit. I've never had a "spongey" biscuit. They are nothing like muffins either, which are closer to cake.
To Americans, biscuits are bread leavened with baking soda or baking powder.
That's it. Bread.
Where I'm from we serve them with a sausage patty in between the halves, and gravy on top. No one eats just a plain biscuit by itself... And they're supposed to be fluffy and moist, not 'crumby.' What was described in the original comment is exactly what a plain, stale biscuit tastes like. That's like an American taking a cold can of chili, dumping it on a slice of bread, and talking about how terrible beans on toast is...
I am American and I stand by what I said. American biscuits are not like muffins (which are closer to cake) and should not be spongey.
Except the "gravy" is a greasy roux with bits of sausage meat in it. I think the biscuits are basically savoury scones. I'm not judging, the whole dish sounds fairly tasty and like the kind of thing a Northerner or Scotsman might invent.
If someone is giving you greasy roux with bits of meat in it, they don't like you.
Good biscuits and gravy will make you smack your mama for lying to you about what a good breakfast is.
A breakfast!? This is an actual breakfast meal? With gravy?
It's no wonder we let you win the war of independence you uncultured swine.