... and the mint sauce, and why not the piccalilli while you're at it? Today I'm handing over to Claire, a fellow ex-pat who has a few words to say on...
When I moved abroad my suitcase was full of the stuff, it was a good job low cost airlines hadn't got round to weighing hand luggage.
Friends and family were frequently invited, and not just for their scintillating conversation, but for their packhorse skills.
It wasn't just the Branston I couldn't live without, but also the HP, the mint sauce, the horse raddish, lemon curd, ...
That's before I even think about the salt and vinegar crisps, the hoola hoops, jelly babies and the heaven that is Cadbury's - they wouldn't sell it on the continent for a long time because it had too high a fat content to be considered chocolate by the euro-purists.
Things are better now for two reasons, firstly a lot of bigger supermarkets have a foreign food section, featuring these gems, and secondly I'm ashamed to say I've probably gone native, I certainly eat less of the stuff.
This is why, when I was asked what was the best of British, food sprang to mind, our grub may not have the best reputation but in this era of globalisation, it's reassuring to know that there's some corner of every forieign supermarket that is forever England.