Cornwall/Devon Cream Tea!!!

This was something I read about in guidebooks before I went to England and told Mo that I had to eat. It is a famous meal (?) in the Southern parts of England, in Devon and Cornwall, where there are many cows. It consists of a huge pot of tea, scones, jam and a pot of clotted cream. We ate it in a town called Plymouth near the sea, in a tiny tearoom decorated with royal family paraphernalia and lots of passive aggressive anti-children signs. "Children left attended will be sold into slavery" etc.

Anyways, the way I become in Quebec with cheese, eating it at every meal, I did more of the same with clotted cream in Devon and Cornwall. Needless to say, my digestive system protested a bit.

Wartime English Sundae, anyone?

This is Mo with a knickerbocker glory. I ordered it because the old lady sitting beside us was eating a chocolate sundae and it looked amazing. I was told that knickerbocker glories were 'English wartime' sundaes, so I thought I would try it, thinking it sounded like it would be really sweet. What makes them ration desserts is the fact that it's mainly tinned fruit, strawberry preserve, rather than syrup, and whip cream. Our really kind elderly server told us about eating them as a little girl on the seaside and it made me hate it slightly less, but overall, I was jealous of the chocolate sundae.

World famous jellied eels and seafood

The first photo is of stonehenge. From very far away and through a fence. I wanted to see stonehenge but we (I) cheapened out when we got their and realized that even if you pay the 8 pounds of whatever you still can't touch druid rocks. So we decided to eat our grilled tofu sandwiches that we made in the morning on the side of the road, sitting next to the fence.

Except we had left them in the house and we instead ate pastries from the stonehenge gift shop. Oli enjoyed our sandwiches, however, so we were glad.

The second photo requires no explanation.

This was weird. Mo, his housemate Oli, and I all went out for breakfast near their house one morning. It was before Mo and I left on a camping trip. The place was a bar in the evening that never closed and instead converted into a breakfast cafe in the morning. Sort of like Sneaky Dee's. Mo and Oli had been there before. They had a big outside porch and picnic tables. This was my meal. It was sort of veggie and cheapish; coffee, 2 overeasy eggs, toast, assorted cheeses, fruit salad, sauteed mushrooms, fried tomato, and a chocolate cookie. Very rich in a unsatisfactory way. The North American in me was always crying for potatoes in British mornings. Breakfast will get stranger as we move north.

Fruit Poster: London

So, the England food photos begin. This was taken on my first full day in London. I went to work with Mo, and walked around his worky neighbourhood, and looked at gazillions of antique jewelry and bought groceries. I liked this poster, one of many in the series, of the same pile of assorted fruits in varying stages of decay. It made me think of all of us, and how we lived with rotting food frequently.