Muffin or Barm

shadygiz said:
Ducado said:
Mr Ed (The Stables) said:
Like the Scottish Nationalists I thought the Barm brigade would have left the field of battle graciously after defeat.

Obviously not, it's a Lancashire Oven Bottom Muffin and they are mighty fine with bacon, sausage and fried egg on them!!

Here's a short history lesson once again:

There was a slogan back in the day that stated "Here comes the muffin man". Now everyone has heard of the "Lancashire Oven Bottom Muffins". Forget politics Manchester is still in Lancashire..........It's a "muffin"

Here's some history that all Mancs should know....Barm guys embrace you heritage and convert:

Here's a brief potted history of the "Oven Bottom Muffin":

"The origins of the Oven Bottom Muffin are somewhat lost in time, but they are believed to have originated in early Victorian times, in Manchester, Lancashire area of the country.

When the local Baker had old dough left at the end of his baking day, he would flatten pieces of the dough into small rounds and flip them over during baking on the bottom of the oven, which is how they got their name.

The Baker then sold them from a tray slung around his neck. The Bakers were affectionately known as the Muffin Man. He would make his presence known by ringing a bell in the street, and people would just stop him and buy his products. People would shout to each other "Here comes the Muffin Man".
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A muffin is a cake a Barm is a Barm, I don't anywhere in Manchester that calls a barm a muffin
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audenshaw & denton to name 2 places ;p
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Ashton and Hyde
 
Where I grew up it's a muffin.

I remember when I was a kid, my dad used to call muffins, muffdivers. He'd say something like "Corned beef muffdiver's for dinner son." I never knew what it meant, I just thought it was a funny way of saying muffin.

Anyway I was about 12 and I went to the chippy at dinner with kids from school. I asked for a chip muffdiver please. She told me to watch my mouth. I found out later why.
 
Ducado said:
Mr Ed (The Stables) said:
Like the Scottish Nationalists I thought the Barm brigade would have left the field of battle graciously after defeat.

Obviously not, it's a Lancashire Oven Bottom Muffin and they are mighty fine with bacon, sausage and fried egg on them!!

Here's a short history lesson once again:

There was a slogan back in the day that stated "Here comes the muffin man". Now everyone has heard of the "Lancashire Oven Bottom Muffins". Forget politics Manchester is still in Lancashire..........It's a "muffin"

Here's some history that all Mancs should know....Barm guys embrace you heritage and convert:

Here's a brief potted history of the "Oven Bottom Muffin":

"The origins of the Oven Bottom Muffin are somewhat lost in time, but they are believed to have originated in early Victorian times, in Manchester, Lancashire area of the country.

When the local Baker had old dough left at the end of his baking day, he would flatten pieces of the dough into small rounds and flip them over during baking on the bottom of the oven, which is how they got their name.

The Baker then sold them from a tray slung around his neck. The Bakers were affectionately known as the Muffin Man. He would make his presence known by ringing a bell in the street, and people would just stop him and buy his products. People would shout to each other "Here comes the Muffin Man".
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A muffin is a cake a Barm is a Barm, I don't anywhere in Manchester that calls a barm a muffin
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Thats the American influence of modern times. Just like in Lancashire we call billberies Winberries.

The Lancashire Oven Bottom Muffin started life in Manchester in Victorian times. Any historical evidence of the Barm when did it start?
 
Only the deluded who have allowed years of Americanisation to seep into their porous minds without the fortitude to remain loyal to their English, nay Northern, heritage could possibly think a muffin is a cafe.
Switch off your TVs, stop watching Hollywood and return to the days when you knew who you were.

I'm off to make a nice egg and bacon muffin, bacon reared by the farmer across the road, eggs from the chickens next door and a good old Lancashire oven bottom muffin.
 
squirtyflower said:
Only the deluded who have allowed years of Americanisation to seep into their porous minds without the fortitude to remain loyal to their English, nay Northern, heritage could possibly think a muffin is a cafe.
Switch off your TVs, stop watching Hollywood and return to the days when you knew who you were.

I'm off to make a nice egg and bacon muffin, bacon reared by the farmer across the road, eggs from the chickens next door and a good old Lancashire oven bottom muffin.
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Et tu Squirty? :-(
 
Ducado said:
squirtyflower said:
Only the deluded who have allowed years of Americanisation to seep into their porous minds without the fortitude to remain loyal to their English, nay Northern, heritage could possibly think a muffin is a cafe.
Switch off your TVs, stop watching Hollywood and return to the days when you knew who you were.

I'm off to make a nice egg and bacon muffin, bacon reared by the farmer across the road, eggs from the chickens next door and a good old Lancashire oven bottom muffin.
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Et tu Squirty? :-(
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If the cap fits
 
squirtyflower said:
Ducado said:
squirtyflower said:
Only the deluded who have allowed years of Americanisation to seep into their porous minds without the fortitude to remain loyal to their English, nay Northern, heritage could possibly think a muffin is a cafe.
Switch off your TVs, stop watching Hollywood and return to the days when you knew who you were.

I'm off to make a nice egg and bacon muffin, bacon reared by the farmer across the road, eggs from the chickens next door and a good old Lancashire oven bottom muffin.
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Et tu Squirty? :-(
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If the cap fits
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It's a good job that I know that Ric is a Barm man
 
nimrod said:
shadygiz said:
nimrod said:
Stalybridge Dukinfield Mossley Glossop Mottram Hadfield Tintwistle all muffin towns
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yup, i'm in the heart of muffin country ;p
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as you drive along ashton new (or old) road towards m/cr where does it change from muffin to barm ?
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as a guess, i would say droylsden or gorton....but i reckon the chippies still say chip muffin on the menu boards ;)
 
"She knew he'd be back from a hard day's toil before the hour struck. A face full of dirt and his fingers tattered at the edges, he'd roughly scrub away at the red raw skin that covered the finest tools he ever had. The children were in bed having been washed, put into their night clothes, homework and reading complete ready for their next bout of schooling.
The wind howled and rattled against the windows as she looked out longingly at the dark street tinted with a dim orange from the street lamps. The kettle whistled, 'Damn thing' she cussed. Trying to bring it to the boil just as he came into view was an achievement she'd managed only a handful of times despite the months, nay, years of practice.
He'd be like a hungry bear when he arrived. A steaming hot cup of tea, just the right temperature for drinking hurriedly once he'd scrubbed up and another ready for when he'd ate the last of his chip barm was the order of the day. His appetite fed, she knew he'd march her up the stairs, pull her knickers to the side and give her a bloody good rodgering before returning to the cold street in search of half a dozen glasses of stout to help him sleep.
She shuddered with anticipation as she pondered the depraved and barely legal acts he'd demand she carried out later that November evening."

Excerpt from 'The Court Marshall's Dilemma' - 1961.
 
"Wearing his best black trousers and his hair slicked back, Simon Janaway alighted the bus on the corner near the bridge. The driver had been a little grumpy but he'd forgotten almost as soon as his front foot hit the pavement. Nothing was going to ruin his sense of excitement tonight. It was disco night and he knew she'd be there.
His bus ride had hardly been a barrel of laughs. Cider Brian had delayed the journey by getting on at Salford Precinct and arguing with the driver. Maybe that was what put the dark cloud over the Stagecoach employee. The 67 service from Cadishead to Piccadilly had brought him to his favourite event of the week so many times and each week brought a new chapter to the book he had half written in his mind's eye.
Not wanting to get settled after work, Simon had skipped tea much to his mother's ire. He always carried enough change on a Friday for his bus fair and a bite to eat. The first mouthful always burnt his mouth and, laughing through the bread, he vowed to remember not to fall for the same thing yet again the next week.
It was then that they came into view. Dave Murray, Stu Booth, Rick Woods and the two others whose names he wasn't yet familiar with. They'd never bothered Simon but he was sure they'd roughed up his friend Lee Saville a month back.
'Give us a bite' yelled Murray as they approached. Simon tried to be casual and calmly answered 'Evening lads' in the faint hope they were pulling his leg.
'What have you got there?' enquired Stu Booth, 'Give us a bit.'
'Give over lads,' Simon jested 'I've not had any tea and this chip muffin is all I'll have tonight.'
'Fucking chip muffin? Are you a Yank or a bastard woollyback? If we were the aggressive types, you'd be on the end of a good shoeing for talking bollocks you soft ****.' barked Booth.

Simon was surprised that they'd walked on. He was always afraid of the boys from the catholic school despite his age advantage. He glanced around to make sure no-one had spotted his arrival on Deansgate, quickly crossed the road and checked the bus timetable for the next 67 to Cadishead. He hoped it'd be here soon because in the autumn cold, his piss stained trousers would soon start chaffing the inside of his legs again.

Except from "The Goat and the Rat" - 1977.
 
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