In Bolton, it's a barm.

 

In Newcastle on Saturday, i think they're called stotty's. (There may also be a brown ale bread !!!)

Nan always called flour cakes, had to ask for a batch after we moved

 

Now call it a roll (and butter)

My Nana in Farnworth called it a flour cake, always a barm to me. Rollsl down here, but rolls are crusty and you have them with soup. Went out with a girl from Northwich and they call it a Batch, had to double take when she asked me to try her mum's hot beef batch.

Mansfield = Cob.

Yeh, cobs here too

dunno if anyone has said but in coventry its a batch.

In the ghetto, it's a biatch.

Why is it that we know every name under the sun, yet turn up in bloody lincoln or southend and we pretty much have to point to the fucking thing?

barm.end of.

Flour cake if your an old Boltonian, Barm if your under 45

too many wannabe mancs corrupting our language, thats why

 

casino, grandson of a baker

too many wannabe mancs corrupting our language, thats why

 

casino, grandson of a baker

 

He were a grand baker was Casino's grandad and Casino always knew when it were time to get up because he could smell him coming up the stairs.

very good

 

it was my grandma actually

 

and she sold flour cakes in bury

My Nana in Farnworth called it a flour cake, always a barm to me. Rollsl down here, but rolls are crusty and you have them with soup. Went out with a girl from Northwich and they call it a Batch, had to double take when she asked me to try her mum's hot beef batch.

That is quite funny actually Crawley, I'm sure Bolty will be pleased you are developing a sense of humour

Undoubtedly it is a flour cake in Bolton....... The word "barm" is used by want to be Mancs and people that wear hoods......

 

Breadcake in Hull by the way...... Makes sense.

[/b]That is quite funny actually Crawley, I'm sure Bolty will be pleased you are developing a sense of humour

 

Oh, I am beside myself

Oh, I am beside myself

 

 

Don't worry, every post you write makes me piss me sides.

Always been a muffin in our house. Pasty in a muffin, chip muffin, steak & onion muffin...

 

I asked for a chip muffin at a chippy in Bristol, the woman looked at me like id just done a shit on the counter!... Turns out it's a chip roll there. Freaks.

Edited February 24, 201115 yr by Totty

I asked for a chip muffin at a chippy in Bristol, the woman looked at me like id just done a shit on the counter!... Turns out it's a chip roll there. Freaks.

At least you can get a chip barm/muffin/roll in Bristol. If you ask for such a thing where I live, they'll look at you like you're an alien. None of the chip emporiums around where I live sell any bread based products at all, which is rubbish. None of them do gravy either, but that's another story

Is it fish between 2 slices of potato dipped in batter?

 

Morris on Highfield Rd, Farnworth was a Yorkie and that's how his fishcakes were in the 80's.

I know a chippy in Bolton that sells this very product....

I know a chippy in Bolton that sells this very product....

 

 

You might make good fish and chips but you are shit at marketing.

 

Keeping the location secret is not good for generating trade.

I'll be back in BOlton for a couple of days next week, tell me where this fine chippy is, and I'll sample the goods

You might make good fish and chips but you are shit at marketing.

 

Keeping the location secret is not good for generating trade.

If you insist....

Tonge Old Rd, Tonge Fold, next to the co-op.

Always been a muffin in our house. Pasty in a muffin, chip muffin, steak & onion muffin...

 

I asked for a chip muffin at a chippy in Bristol, the woman looked at me like id just done a shit on the counter!... Turns out it's a chip roll there. Freaks.

 

i vividly remember going round to a mates house for tea when i was a boy. he lived in garstang, so not a million miles away.

 

i wouldnt say they were posh but they had a big house and obviously plenty of dough (see what i did there?)

 

anyway, his mam dished up and chips were on the menu, she then brought a plate of bread and butter to the centre of the table.

 

i then did what any man/woman/boy/girl would do in this situation, i made a big fat chip butty.

 

or at least started to.

 

you'd think i'd stuck my hand in their fish tank and proceed to eat their fish one by one by the look of 1st amazement then disgust on their faces.

 

very odd.

My other half is from Yorkshire and he can't understand the butty bit either

i then did what any man/woman/boy/girl would do in this situation, i made a big fat chip butty.

 

or at least started to.

 

you'd think i'd stuck my hand in their fish tank and proceed to eat their fish one by one by the look of 1st amazement then disgust on their faces.

My mum tells a story that when she first came to Bolton to meet my Grandad (c1972), he decided to make tea for himself, my Dad and my Mum. He then produced a plate of pie and chips or whatever for each of them and then placed in the middle of the table a massive pile of buttered bread (actually it was margarine, but you get the point). My mum was horrified to see my Dad and Grandad then start to make chip butties and ram them down their throats, she had never seen this sort of thing before and was absolutely mortified. Wehn she went round the next day, My Grandad was eating a bowl of chips covered in tomato soup, which was another querky thing she had never seen before.

 

For the first few years, she really did think that Bolton was full of savages....

 

Edit: I forgot to add, she had come from Belfast, where clearly the "butty" hadn't yet arrived

Edited February 24, 201115 yr by CWP