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Lucy Stableford-Grieve's bacon and onion roly poly is baked, not steamed
The humble savoury pancake is elevated by its fillings - favourites include cheese, bacon and sausage
According to Prof Rotherham, faggots gets its first mention in the Oxford English Dictionary in 1851
Chef Glynn Purnell said he was a "big advocate" of faggots and peas
Groaty dick - sometimes known as groaty pudding - is something of an acquired taste
Chef Keith Floyd visited the West Midlands in 1988 to learn how to make groaty dick
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Tucking into the foods of our childhood can conjure up fond memories of home. But while some regional delicacies remain firmly local, others travel to other parts of the country or even the world.
Mary-Ellen Johnson recalls the warmth of her favourite winter meal - a rectangle of steamed suet pastry encasing squares of fatless smoked bacon and slices of onion.
As one of eight children her family was "very poor" but "fed well" by her mother, who often turned to the Sussex bacon and onion pudding.
"The foods of childhood remind me of being home with mum and my many siblings and it brings back many good memories," said Ms Johnson, who grew up in Hove.
"I'm now gluten-free and I really miss eating this with mashed potatoes, green vegetables and onion gravy."
According to the 64-year-old, none of her neighbours in Essex where she lives now have ever heard of the dish.
Nor has she ever encountered it on her travels around England.
But blogger Lucy Stableford-Grieve has been using the same ingredients in Kent, to make what she calls a bacon and onion roly poly.
"My mum and dad remember it as one of their favourite school dinners in the late fifties and early sixties," said the 37-year-old.
"I was looking through my mum's old recipe books and found the traditional steaming method.
"I muddled through and adapted it for the oven and now I make it for my kids and they love it."
Similar recipes like Berkshire bacon pudding and Romany bacon pudding can be found around England - so how have they travelled to other parts of the country?
Cookery historian, professor Roland Rotherham, said the steamed or boiled pudding can be traced back to Roman times.
It was easy to cook, tasty, and required minimal amounts of water, which was collected from wells and brooks then boiled.
The fact it was later adopted by the Anglo Saxons is typical of the fact that people take their favourite dishes with them when they move to pastures new.
"These are the tastes we travel with and introduce to where we settle," he said, which could explain why variations of them pop up across the country.
The Staffordshire oatcake is a prime example - not only has it crossed county lines, homesick expats made headlines when they started cooking them up in the United States.
There's a reason for that, says Stoke-on-Trent resident Michael Collins - they're "food from the gods".
His love for the savoury pancake started 60 years ago, when he would roll it up and dip it in bacon fat for breakfast.
"It tasted lovely," he said nostalgically. "Almost better than the bacon itself."
Food writer Xanthe Clay described the humble foodstuff - made from oatmeal, flour and yeast - as a "a wonderful thing".
"Who needs sissy tortillas or burritos or wraps when you can have a proper sustaining Staffordshire oatcake?
"[It] can be filled with cheese or whatever you like, and eaten hot or cold... plus they are full of lovely slow-burning carbs, and delicious too."
Nearby, in the West Midlands, a meatball made of pig offal encased in part of the animal's stomach is a regular sight on the region's menus.
But despite being an "archetypal Black Country food" it's not to everyone's tastes, said David Cowing, from Sutton Coldfield.
"I came from the Lake District in 1972 and I remember being introduced to faggots by a local and absolutely loving them for their rich flavour.
"For years I had no idea what the ingredients were. We had them every year for about 10 years at a school summer camp I was involved in.
"Not all the kids were as keen to eat them as me so there were always extra helpings."
Michelin starred chef Glynn Purnell is a "big advocate" of the divisive dish.
He said the recent surge in "nose-to-tail" eating - a movement which looks to cook the whole animal rather than focus on choice cuts - has seen faggots popping up at eateries across the UK.
"It is estimated that tens of millions of faggots are eaten every year, so they can't be that unpopular," he reasoned.
The foodie, from Solihull, gave faggots their five minutes of fame when he served a twist on the meal - which is often served with mash and peas - on BBC Two's Great British Menu.
"What can be quite scary is the thought of a lung, heart and kidney staring at you - it's enough to make any meat eater a veggie.
"But faggots turn that ... into a delicious, rich, moist, sophisticated piece of cooking.
"The strong flavour of offal and unusual, challenging textures can be a delight to the culinary adventurer."
A dish that has not quite made the leap on to the nation's plate is the oddly named groaty dick.
Prof Rotherham said it may have originally arrived with Welsh "navvies digging out the cuttings for the canal systems".
But the thick meat porridge - sometimes known as groaty pudding - found its way to the Black Country, where it is still made at the Black Country Living Museum's bonfire night.
Made from oat husks, leeks, onions stock and cheap cuts of beef, its appeal once lay in the fact it was "calorie heavy, cheap to make and could be left on the range for hours while out at work or looking after children," said curator Grant Bird.
The dish's stodgy structure also made it a portable meal for the working classes, said chef Keith Floyd, who visited the area in 1988 to learn how to make the traditional recipe .
"In the olden days they'd cook this so thick, let it get cold, then cut it like a cake...the man would take a slice of this in his satchel to work and munch on it."
But the quality of the ingredients and general appearance has meant that unlike faggots, it has not been hailed a culinary delight further afield.
"Today it's seen as quite low grade food," said Mr Bird, diplomatically.
"From a flavour profile it's not brilliant and it looks horrible."
So is the movement of recipes from one place to another simply a matter of taste?
"The reason that many recipes remained regional is down to the fact that many people did not travel, even after the Industrial Revolution.
"The recipes stayed within certain boundaries. Those that did travel brought the food with them."
But Ms Clay believes that could be about to change because we are in the midst of a regional delicacy resurgence.
"I think we are becoming even more interested in local foods because of gastro-tourism.
"People travel to places because of the food we can't eat anywhere else and that's brilliant.
"The more we explore these dishes the more we will be going through old recipes and bringing up old memories."
Who knows what might end up on our plate next.
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A FAGGOT’S HUMILIATIONPART TWOby dale10
With trembling hand, the totally humiliated Michael brought the large plastic beer cup full of piss up to his pre-cum coated lips. The smell of the urine was strong. The poor boy didn’t know
what to do. He was so confused. Was he all the things the doctor said he was? Was he really a dirty filthy faggot? Dr. Bras explained that being gay and being a faggot were two different things. A
gay person was attracted to their own sex, while a faggot was a cock hungry animal who wallowed in degrading, disgusting, forms of perversion and was a danger to normal healthy males. Faggots had
to be kept in their place for everyone’s health. Faggots only existed to help Alpha males unload their cum laden testicles and to serve their bodies and bodily needs.
Faggots were barely human. And Dr. Brass had just lectured all the dudes in the high school senior class about what a total faggot Michael was. Now they all looked at him like he was
Nothing but a piece of filth. He certainly could not go on this way at this school. And here he was new to the place and thought he would have a wonderful senior year.
“Drink your piss,” Dr. Brass said in a quiet voice, almost a whisper
And Michael, who must certainly be submissive and just didn’t know it, put the cup to his lips and began to slurp down the strong yellow piss. He gagged and choked,
and Dr. Brass put one strong hand on Michael’s naked stomach and rubbed it. “Nice and easy, don’t rush it. that’s a good faggot.”
Maybe there had been something in the pills Dr. Brass had given him, but he seemed unable to resist orders. He felt humiliated, degraded, lost, but unable to refuse.
The boys in the room rubbed their jock strap enclosed dicks and called Michael disgusting names. Some of the boys now had their huge cocks out in the open and were masturbating them. The room stank
of macho male testosterone. Michael made a sick face as he swallowed the piss, and that only pleased the boys more. The piss washed the pre-cum that had coated the inside of his mouth, down
into his tummy. He suddenly wanted his mother…he wanted his mommy. Like a little boy, he wanted the security of his mom.
Dr. Brass loved few things more than to see a well-built teenage kid reduced to a crying little boy. The unmanning of a boy on the cusp of full adult maleness totally
turned him on. In fact, the last boy he had worked with in this way had had a total nervous breakdown, and was now housed in a special private clinic, where they kept him in diapers and a
baby bonnet. That kid’s name was Teddy, and he had been destroyed by tormenting him about his tiny dick. Michael’s cock was too big to totally wreck him that way, but still, it was not match
for the cocks of the star athletes of the high school, so they could have fun with him that way.
“Just relax, Faggot and keep drinking. Drain the cup of the piss. Just relax.” Dr. Brass lowered one hand and encircled Michaels flaccid teenage dick. He began to gently
frig the cock, his hand sliding gently back and forth from the dickhead to the root. The boy’s nice big balls rose and fell with the pumping. There must have been something in the pills they had
given him, because his cock became hard almost at once, in spite of the shame he felt. The teenage pecker stood out, the head full and pink and swollen, as young cock so often is. Young cock often
looks so aroused that you think it might explode. Michael grunted as he drained the cup of piss. The feeling in his groin was amazing. But not here. Not in front of all the guys in his class.
He stood there like a grotesque Greek statue, naked with a hard on, arm extended, holding out the empty plastic cup. The look on his cute young face said, “I did what you
asked, now please, please let me go!”
“Now notice several things, boys,” Dr. Brass lectured. “When the faggot drank his own piss, his faggot dick became hard.” Michael wanted to protest that it had been because
the Dr. had frigged it, but he couldn’t say anything. “Also notice that his girl nipples hardened up and the nipple tips are standing out. Some faggots when aroused produce nipples that stand out
one or two inches. They are good as handles to hold on to when fucking faggot pussy.”
The guys laughed, but one boy raised his hand. “Dr. Isn’t it gay to fuck another dude?”
The good doctor acknowledged the question. “Well asked, Winslow, but you have to remember that a faggot is not really another dude. Yes, It might be considered gay if
you were to fuck, say, Collins here, although it might also just be two healthy straight boys horsing around, but still, it is not at all gay to fuck a faggot. It is not gay to use a faggot in any
way you want to. Faggots exist to serve Alpha males. If you like, you make take out your frustration with daily life on them. You may beat the shit out of them. You may even torture them if it
turns you on. You must never feel guilty using a faggot in any way that please you. Another high school in this very area has several faggots who serve the varsity sports teams. The boys there have
not used the urinals to piss in months. They use the faggots’ mouths. Fucking a faggot ass is simply finding a new and fun way to dump your load, of relieving your tensions. How great to get a good
cocksucking from a faggot between classes.”
“And we can use Michael that way?” the same boy asked.
“That’s why I am presenting him to you. When I discovered he was a faggot, I thought, how great for the senior boys at his school. Only, you should not call him Michael anymore,
except perhaps in class. Other times, even in front of the girls in the school, just call him Faggot.”
Michael shook his head, piss dripping from his lips. “No! No, you can’t do this to me. It’s not fair! You can’t…” Dr. Brass slapped the boy hard, leaving
a hand print on the soft cheek. The boys in the room cheered. Michael began to cry harder, tears dripping from his handsome jaw.
“YOU SHUT YOUR FILTHY MOUTH, YOU DIRTY USELESS FAGGOT!” Dr. Brass knew how to handle boys. He knew how to control and demean them.
“Hey, Doc, I gotta’ take a wicked leak myself,” Collins said, displaying his huge dick to the whole room. “Do you suppose the faggot would drink my piss?”
“There is no suppose about it, Collins. You don’t ask a faggot, you simply order a faggot. Here’s the cup.”
Collins held up his large jock hand. “Doc, maybe I don’t need the cup. Maybe I can just piss right in the urinal!” He pointed at Michael.
“Excellent idea. Now you boys are getting the hang of it.”
“NO! NOOOOOOOO! “ Michael sobbed and fell to his knees, his legs giving out. He buried his young face In his hands.
Collins walked to the front of the room, next to the doctor and Michael. His huge dick hung heavy and half hard with the need to piss. “Open up, Piss Trough!” he said,
grinning, trying to show off in front of the other boys. Throughout the room, teen dicks oozed pre-cum.
Dr. Brass slapped Michael on the back of the head. “You heard the man, open your fucking faggot mouth!”
Standing over him with his fat dick hanging over the boy’s face, Collins barked, “Lift your head a little, and stick out your tongue.”The horny boys in the
room moved in to get a better look at the action.
The doctor reached down and grabbed one of Michael’s already painfully sore nipples and twisted it. “You heard the man, stick out your ball licker!”Michael
helpless to fight back, obeyed. Collins, high school sports hero, actually rested his huge dickhead right on the submissive boy’s tongue. Michael felt the weight of the prick head on his
tongue. He stared into the jock’s hairy crotch and loins.
The boys standing behind Collins saw his muscular meaty ass globes clench, and then the first dribbles of piss came out of his large pisshole. He looked down to
watch them course their way down the submissive faggot’s tongue into his mouth. “Holy fuck, this is cool!” he said to the other boys in the room. The river of piss going into Michael’s
gullet grew stronger.
Collins eased more dick onto the boy’s tongue, entering the kid’s mouth now. It was the first time poor young Michael ever had a dick in his mouth. Oh, God! He didn’t want a cock in his
mouth. He didn’t want to be a faggot! They were making him be a faggot. He brought up his hands to protest.
“Keep your fucking filthy faggot hands down, you piss drinking cumhole!” the Doctor shouted knowing he was gaining huge points with the boys.
Michael drew his tongue back into his mouth, and with it the fat cock. He tried not to, but he couldn’t help it. Now he felt the girth of the pecker, how meaty and thick
Collin’s dick actually was. He smelled cock and ball sweat as well as piss. The piss stream grew so great that Michael began to gag. Collins grabbed the kid’s head and fed him more and
more dick. He pushed Michael’s face into his hairy grown, the boy’s chin mashed into the large loose ball sack.
The half-hard pissing dick was now half way down the boy’s throat. Michael choked, as the piss splashed directly down into him. And the fucking dick was growing while the jock pissed. He was
getting erect from the amazing feeling of a mouth on his fuckmeat. The doctor moved around behind Michael and pinned the boy’s arms back so he could not fight off the cock onslaught. The
force of the piss stream kept growing stronger and stronger. The force of it actually hurt Michael.Then suddenly, Collins stepped back, withdrew his now still growing over eight-inch
dick from the faggot’s mouth and continued to piss, but right in the boy’s face.
The doctor jumped back to get out of the way of the torrent.
Michael was a fucking mess. Snot and piss ran from his nose. Piss bubbled up and out of his mouth, running in a stream off his chin and down his chest. Collins
fingered his fucker and pissed directly into the crying boy’s eyes. The piss stung Michael and he fell back onto the floor, knocking over the chair on which he had earlier been standing. The
muscular masculine form of Collins straddled him, as the jock pissed down onto Michaels face and chest.
“If you are going to be the school piss drinker and full time urinal, Michael, you’re going to have to learn not to make such a mess,” the laughing doctor observed. Many of
the boys in the room were masturbating now with full force. You could hear the hands
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