Food Friday got a bit lost over time. I blame this most recent course of writing, plus, well, being away from LJ so much recently.
Back on track, I hope.
I noticed as the food meme1
went around that many people were slightly unsure about whether they'd actually had 'clotted cream tea' or not.
For those uninitiated into this particular food cult, a cream tea is not a tea made of cream or with cream or really any different than a regular cuppa. The difference is that along with your tea, you will receive, at minimum, a scone with jam and the expected cream.
I find that clotted cream is to the British Isles as sour cream is to the US of A. You can get decent versions elsewhere but nothing is quite like the real thing, as it were. British sour cream is too fluffy in my mind and US clotted cream is too liquidy.
Still with me?
I love cream teas, honestly. Early on in life, we made a ritual of a Friday night tea party that occasionally included cream teas.2
and I toured the British Isles during the Great Bisquit Odyssey of 2001, we spent a great deal of time walking or driving through areas with a small population. We learned to carry our own food so that if we didn't find a pub, we'd still have some nosh.
While driving through the wilds of Ireland, we realized that not only had breakfast ceased to succor us, but also that we hadn't seen a town...or even a house for ages.
As we continued, however, we found an isolated house with a small sign saying 'Afternoon tea served'. We immediately stopped and approached the house.
A woman ushered us into her kitchen and plunked down a plate of scones in front of us. She returned with cream, jam, milk, and sugar and shortly after a pot of very strong tea. She left us alone with the food which we devoured. It was my first go with 'real' clotted cream and while redthought
declared it disgusting, golfbisquit
and I slathered our scones with this new-found ambrosia.
After we finished, the woman came to take away the tea service and after leaving with the first armful, the table contained only our empty tea cups and the small dish containing the dregs of the cream.
While she didn't say anything to us, I think she was a little surprised to see that we'd eaten the remainder of the cream by the time she returned. And were grinning like Cheshires.
I'd not had a cream tea in the British Isles since then, but before ybunny
left for Vietnam, we drove down Deeside and stopped to shoot pictures of a church in Kincardine O'Neil, the oldest village on Deeside.
When the rain forced us out of the kirkyard, we ducked into the cafe next door where I had a lovely cream tea.
I can see how this wouldn't make a great summer treat in the blazing heat of US summers, but here in Aberdeen, where the summer temperature has averaged 15C/59F, it's perfect. :)
1- The one that asks which of 100 odd foods you've eaten. However, I find that most of them are not odd, or at least are not in my estimation.
2- And other times all it contained was silliness. Unsurprising, I know.