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!