Saturday, July 17, 2010
In Praise of English Food
A lot of jokes have been made about English food. At it's worst it has been pretty bad in the past. I remember the cabbage boiled to death, the overdone meat, the greasy chips. But at its best it has always been superb--because it is good ingredients served simply. The beef has been living in a field, eating good grass, the chickens running around and laying eggs and the veg picked that morning.
I have been eating an awful lot of good food during the past week: the Sunday lunch with a piece of beef eighteen inches long, and so tender you could cut it with a spoon... the fresh strawberry tarts and goosberry flan with clotted cream, the cream teas, the fresh eggs that taste like egg.
Yesterday we went to tea with a cousin in a lovely country village. What a spread--table covered with plaates of tiny sandwiches, smoked salmon, cucumber, ham--thin sliced fresh bread with Gentlemen's relish, tiny wild strawberry tarts, hazelnut cake, the aforementioned gooseberry flan--this is what I like best about English food. Tea is the most civilized meal.
Yesterday I lunched with the producer who is trying to get Evan Evans onto TV. Some hopeful news, some not so hopeful. And today we go to Wales.
I promised pictures--here are the first samples. The manor house in Cornwall where we stayed (John's sister's place) and Sunday lunch there.
More to follow. Off to eat a full English breakfast: egg, bacon, sausage, tomoato, mushroom etc. Not getting fat as we are walking so much.