Remember back when I was really immature and mocking of a traditional British dish, spotted (sputter, nose whistle, I'm regrouping) dick? Well, it appears that I'm not the only one who has a hard time passing by the ole international foods aisle and seeing it there without making some lurid sotto voce comment that causes the pinchy lady sorting through her gargantuan accordion file of coupons to shoot a disapproving look. Get a load of this. Spotted dick will officially be renamed Spotted Richard or, even more remarkable, Sultana Sponge. Which, if you think about it the right way, sounds like a fancy contraceptive. Or is that just me?