OFFICIAL CONFIRMATION OF THE CAKE POLL
After an (almost) neck and neck fight to the finish between strawberry cheesecake (my favourite) and tarte au citron, it is the lemon tart that I will now bake for the next French Fancy English Tea Party for Neighbours.
We do this about every three months or so - I lay the table with my late mum's best china, dig out the tea pot, I bake and bake and bake, make scones and try and whip French cream into something resembling clotted stuff. I make little triangular sandwiches with the crusts off - in general, I make an effort.
I think our neighbours enjoy it - they certainly eat and drink a lot. The record for cups of tea drunk by a Frenchman at our place currently stands at seven cups over a three-hour period. The French think they don't like tea because the French tea available at the supermarket is weak and tasteless. But, since the Brit invasion, almost every supermarket around here has an English section. The mark up is about 75% but at least we can easily buy a thick brew like Typhoo or Tetley. Once the French neighbours have tasted a cup of tea that has brewed for a little while in a proper pot, is then served in a china cup, not a mug, they realise what all us Brits have banged on about for centuries - tea rules.
What did the teapot wear to bed?
Why did the tea get away?
Because it was loose!
Why is tea sometimes dangerous?
Because it mugs you!
I'll get my coat