Brittney has a peeve. And I happen to think she’s right, because it’s one of my peeves too.
Too often food writers use the phrase “tuck into” to mean eat.
I am a hypocrite because I object to the fey use of Britishisms. And I’m the one who still spells like I work for The Daily Mail. Yes, I love the extra spark that those extraneous “u”s add to colour and favour. And I like the softer look of an “s” in places where Americans will typically put a “z”. Prioritise vs. Prioritize. Which one looks more polite? I ask you.
But it stops there.
Unfortunately, I move in a world where a bunch of people are Harry Potter fans, and so they try very hard to talk as if they’ve grown up on that side of the ocean. And it makes me want to beat them severely. You don’t tuck into a meal. You don’t ring people on your mow-bye-all. When something is unusually remarkable it is “cool” or “awesome” or “fantastic”. It is not “brilliant.” If you are sick and require extensive treatment, you place an article in your claim. In other words, we take you to THE hospital, not just “hospital”. When you are talking about a friend and you reference his sister you say “he has a sister named Cindy.” You do not say “he has a sister called Cindy.” Those things on your feet are either sneakers or tennis shoes. They are not trainers. You are either wearing a sweater or a sweatshirt, not a jumper. A torch is a flaming piece of wood, not a flashlight.