Living dangerously
I have to say that afternoon tea is not a meal that we actually have very often, but after being out in the cold there is something truly wonderful about coming back in to a warm house, a pot of tea and a plate full of hot, buttered crumpets.
I was astonished to read that crumpets date back several hundred years, possibly even to Anglo-Saxon times. Somehow I’d always thought of them as a more modern invention.
As we munch our way through the crispy toasted exterior into the soft, butter-soaked interior it’s strange and comforting to think of the many generations before us who have enjoyed them in exactly the same way.
And I know in these health-conscious days butter is frowned upon, but I personally think that anything else on a crumpet just tastes gross. This is no place for a reduced fat spread, I’m afraid.
Go on, live a little dangerously!
My diabetes doc would not approve (unfortunately!!)
Pauvre Martyn: I sympathise. To be honest, our doctors wouldn’t agree either, but we’re just BAD
I would kill to have one of these right now!!!!!!!
Stephane, I am whipping up a batch now. How long do you reckon to get to Auch from Bordeaux?
I’m googling Auch right now to see how long it would take ME from Languedoc….
These look so good, TC’s gone out for a ride, I might look up a recipe & have afternoon tea ready when he gets back….
You are just evil!! Evil I say:)
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That mouth-watering picture certainly sold me on living dangerously! I would kill for one of those crumpets (fully buttered) to go with my morning cup of coffee.
The ARE a bit moreish. I can’t pretend that I’m being strong