For some reason people used to enjoy being rude about English food --probably because until somewhat recently lots of people boiled everything to death. Nowadays English food is rather splendid and enjoying something of a Renaissance.
To start with the traditional cuppa. Here at M&S on Oxford Street. Note the asrounding blandness of the color scheme. I had already eaten the miniature cookie that came with it --just like in Belgium.
More reviving tea. Here the kettle has boiled on an Aga. Note the all-important teacosy.
Rosie has a great selection of tea pots for all occasions. What a jumble of china from low to high from swanky shops and from estate sales.
Good heavens! We used to have the Rector, Mr.Porter, to tea once in a very great while. How splendid it would have been to have the right teapot to hand.
Breakfast tray. Weetabix (my poor brother is Peter Wix --so guess what he was called at school....) Marmite.....Yum.
Apples decorate the church for Harvest Festival. If anyone needs to know how to pick apples and store them, I can supply information.
Lunch. A pork pie! Ham. Branston Pickle. Beans and beets from the garden. I think the cucumber came from a shop.
And last of all -- supper the piece de resistance: Toad-in-the-Hole. A splendid one. Gastronomic bliss!
My story Jane in Winter is rather full of traditional English food.
