I noticed last night, after posting the header picture, that even in photography I reveal my roots. The bowl of chips is probably OK with salad and sandwiches, but I realised, when I went back to check the post, that the chips had brown sauce on them. I believe I’m right in saying that people from the upper echelons of society don’t generally have brown sauce on anything. It doesn’t feature at the events of the Bullingdon Club and you are unlikely to find it in picnic baskets at Glyndebourne and Henley.
You cannot really imagine Charles and Camilla anointing their Full English with a helping of brown sauce can you? On the other hand, The Wilsons and their varied offshoots, whilst being common with condiments, do tend towards harmony in other aspects of our lives. I have never, as far as I recall, criticised my father on Oprah Winfrey, or any other chat show. Nor have I ever done away with a member of the family for personal gain.
This is the difference between being rich and being upper class. I could survive having money, because that’s easy. I’d still have brown sauce, I’d just have it out of something silver. But if I had to become upper class, as in the case of a King Ralph scenario, I could be in trouble. Fortunately, it is unlikely to happen.
Someone has probably written an etiquette guide to condiments, and the Royal Family undoubtedly has a policy on such things. Things like anchovy sauce and Patum Peperium would undoubtedly feature in my diet if I had to become upper class. having a sauce bottle on the table, would not. I imagine that I would also find myself eating quails eggs and things in a coulis. I will leave the Lancashire Hotpots to have the final say on that subject.
Chippy Tea