I went to a wonderful, amazing English tea/baby shower yesterday. There was a most boggling amount and variety of foods; tea sandwiches, shortbread, eclairs, quiche-y things, sausage rolls, pavlova, scones with clotted cream and lemon curd, piping hot tea... The sandwiches were lovely - cucumber, salmon, some sort of beef and Marmite.
Just as we sat down, our British hostess asked us what we thought of English cooking now, and of course, with the delectable spread before us, what could we say but that, obviously, we tacky Americans were totally clueless when it came to the delights of English cooking -
and then we tasted the Marmite.
I struggle a bit with the idea of clotted anything and curds in any form sound rather unappetizing but they taste so yummy their names can be overcome.
Marmite sounds ok - rather like a cute little forest creature (not that I'd eat a cute little forest creature) and well, I have eaten a few odd things in my life, slippery critters, fermented veggies, an insect or two, so how bad could a little yeast extract be?
Bad, bad, very bad. Gaggy bad. Why did you try to poison us bad. So much for English cooking.
But the baby was adorable and everything else was divine! Just don't eat the Marmite.
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