I really need a scotch egg, right now. Quartered and then heated in the microwave, not to ‘hot’ but enough to soften the meat a bit.
I think the most disappointed I’ve ever been* was when a work colleague was given the job of bringing the scotch eggs to the test match picnic for the four of us and turned up with mini picnic eggs.
* joint. The other time was when I found out she’d been wearing a Wonderbra**
** actually scrub that, I’m well over it. The picnic eggs though….