...in the local Irish/UK grocery store: a can of Spotted Dick. Yes! Suet (? do they still use it) pudding! in a can! With raisins!
god, if that's not one for *Lileks' Gallery of Regrettable Food, I don't know what is.
And that's without the name.
"Yes, please. And a pound of Pustule Pudding and then, I think some Bubble & Queef. Oh, and have you any of that marvellous Crickety Felch? Oh, dear. When do you expect your next shipment? Ripping!"
*possibly the only genuinely funny neocon in existence. and even then i can't bear to read the actual political crap