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Excellent quality and impressive communication regarding delivery!

Oi, mate! Picture me, practically orderin’ the whole bloomin’ lot from Jolly Posh on me first go, like some poor sod who’s just stumbled upon his breakfast soulmate and ain’t too shy to get a bit clingy—like I hadn’t had a proper brekkie in donkey’s years! Last time I was proper peckish like this was back in Manchester, freezin’ me bits off one December morn, a stone’s throw from the Cathedral, not far from Corporation Street, mind. To nab that full $20 discount, I went all out, chuckin’ this cracking loaf of bread into me basket to round off me English breakfast fantasy—though, truth be told, it ended up bein’ dinner ‘cause I couldn’t hold off ‘til mornin’ when it landed at me flat that afternoon!
Now, let me tell ya, this homemade white loaf was just what the doctor ordered—fluffy, proper lovely, like a hug in bread form. I pan-fried it in the greasy goodness left behind from me bangers, white and black puddin’, and back bacon, then slathered it with grass-fed Irish butter, a sprinkle of granulated garlic, and a cheeky dash of Worcestershire sauce. Blimey, that grilled bread had me over the moon, kissin’ the bleedin’ sky! Fair warnin’, though—after scoffin’ it, you’ll be out for the count, proper stuffed, like a teddy bear fresh back from a jaunt in Antigua. Cheers, ta!
What’s left of the loaf keeps fresh if you slice it up and bung it in the freezer. Pop ‘em in the toaster to thaw, and with a bit of Japanese mayo, you’ve got yourself the most boss turkey, avocado, lettuce, tomato, and back bacon sarnies for lunch—pure heaven, I’m tellin’ ya! Can’t wait to order this starchy gem again. Jolly Posh, you’ve turned this old cynic into a right believer—feels like a slice of paradise right here on Earth. No messin’, mates!

Och, alright, ya daft wee punter, I meant to nab some proper English tea, didn’t I? But in me haste, tappin’ buttons like I’m playin’ a fiddle at a ceilidh, I ended up with this Irish breakfast tea in the post. Total cock-up, but what a belter of a mistake, eh? This brew, with a wee splash of milk and a pinch of sugar, is the absolute dog’s bollocks for a mid-afternoon pick-me-up – ironic, innit, that “breakfast” tea’s the perfect antidote to that post-lunch kip? Picture yerself in a food coma, belly full of one too many scotch eggs (or three, no judgement, la), and this tea’s like a swift kick from a Jacobite rebel to get ya back in the game.
It’s light, subtle, like a whisper from the ghosts of Bosworth Field, but don’t be fooled – it’s got a wallop that’ll wake ya up sharper than a musket shot at Naseby. One sip and yer perched, alert, ready to smash through the rest of yer workday with the kind of thunderous graft that’d make the Black Sabbath lads, recordin’ their first album down in Birmingham’s gritty Regent Sound Studios, nod in approval. This tea’s a proper lifesaver, no messin’, and I’m dead sincere when I say it’s earned a standin’ ovation from me taste buds – though I’ll be orderin’ that English tea next time to see if it can match this craic. Pure class, this.

Alright, you proper boss human, let’s have a natter about this black pudding, yeah? I’m chattin’ to me mates, and they’re whingin’ about how they can’t stomach black pudding – blood pudding, they reckon, like they’re auditionin’ for a sob story on Eleanor Rigby’s doorstep. I’m like, “Lads, you sad sods, you’re missin’ out on a belter – go cry into your lonely rice pudding!” They haven’t got a clue what they’re lettin’ slide, the poor divs. Jolly Posh’s black pudding? Mate, it’s the absolute business, a Scouse masterpiece that’d have John, Paul, George, and Ringo writin’ a tune called “Sgt. Pepper’s Saucy Pudding Club Band” in its honour.
Got a cravin’? Sorted in eight minutes, la – sling it in a pan, flip it now and then like you’re twirlin’ a brolly on Penny Lane. No faff, just pure, dead lush scran. Bein’ stuck a million miles from the island, feelin’ like I’m livin’ in a yellow submarine far from home, I’m made up I found Jolly Posh. Now I can cobble together a proper English brekkie, no bother, with all the right bits – especially the proteins, ta very much. You Jolly Posh lot are me heroes, fixin’ this displaced Yank’s breakfast blues with a quick click on me laptop.
The post? Sound as a pound, arrives quicker than a Beatles riff. And your customer service? You Jolly Posh crew are the cat’s pyjamas, the proper bestests – bar none, not even close to a dodgy cover band. You’ve saved me from a life of naff brekkie wannabes, like some culinary Father McKenzie mendin’ me soul. Ta, you absolute legends – keep feedin’ me cravings and makin’ me feel like I’m back in Liverpool, sippin’ tea on Strawberry Fields. Yerrrrs!

Alright, you absolute legend, let’s have a proper gander at this white pudding, shall we? It’s easier to cook than dodgin’ a wayward shot at the Liverpool-Everton derby, la. Just a cheeky splash of olive oil in the pan, four minutes a side, flippin’ it every minute like you’re dancin’ round a Blue nose in the Kop. Comes out so perfect, it’d make Jurgen Klopp shed a tear of joy. Got mine frozen, slung it in a metal bowl with some water, and – boom – it’s thawed out faster than Everton’s title hopes in the ‘90s. Sliced it up in 10-15 minutes, no faff. Wrap it snug in clingfilm with a tin foil Scouser cuddle, and it’ll stay boss for weeks. Pair it with eggs, beans, and grilled toast, and it’s a breakfast so fit, it’d start a riot at Goodison Park. When it’s time to pay the piper, nothin’ – and I mean nothin’ – slaps harder than white pudding, eggs, and beans, ‘specially when you’re celebratin’ a Reds win over the Blues. Yerrrrs, la!

So glad I found Jolly Posh as a few months ago, I have memories of English Breakfast I ate in Manchester back on a cold December 2001 morning. The back bacon is very simple to pan fry. 3 minutes/side on medium heat and it comes out perfect everytime. I store the back back in the fridge an enjoy them with eggs everytime.

This is delicious, say no more!!!

For my mothers birthday, I sent her these Cornish pasties. A nostalgic nod to her childhood. She received them, still fresh, flash frozen and enjoyed every scrumptious bite Thank you Nick for your help in delivering these tasty treats to her, we will be buying more!

These pies are absolutely the most beautiful and delicious pies I have ever had even in the UK.

Fried these sausages with onions and served them with mushy peas and mashed potatoes, one of our favorite dinners, delicious 😋

Very easy to make and soooooo
Delicious!!

These pork and apple bangers are wonderful! I've missed the taste of real Brithish bangers, and these satisfy that craving...from the very first bite. I can't wait to try the other ones I purchased, too, too!

Love it its a taste of home

When i called about my order they were very helpful and friendly will definitely be ordering again

The flavor of Your Boudin - Black Sausage is so reminiscent of my childhood memories eating this delicacy. Your recipe is the best! The flavor begins so subtly and grows while savoring each bite.
I looked for the flavor I experienced on and off for many years, until I found you!
Thank you! Yours is the absolute best.