Category Archives: England

Could you eat horse meat?

Could you eat me?

Could you eat me?

Millions of “beef” burgers were removed from supermarket shelves across the UK because they contain horse meat. The nation is outraged and justifiably so when it’s reported some burgers contain as much as 29% horse! The nation is then informed, as I discovered in the Telegraph newspaper, “Horse meat in burgers ‘could be health risk’. Sometimes it’s difficult to know what to believe!

If we stand back from this scandal and horse meat was readily available in supermarkets and restaurants, would we knowingly eat it? Or is eating horse, a cultural taboo in some countries?

Our French neighbours for instance, readily consume horse meat along with frogs, rabbits, snails and other unmentionables parts which I’m far too squeamish to even contemplate. The French don’t make a song and dance about it so why do the Brits? Or is it just the Brits?

I’m not sure if they sell horse meat in Portugal – and if they did how would I know?

In China eating cats and dogs is common practice. Now that I find that bizarre.

And why are we (well me at least) disgusted at the thought of eating bugs?

According to National Geographic News “For Most People, Eating Bugs Is Only Natural” If I think eating bugs is gross apparently I may be in the cultural minority because throughout history people have relished insects as food, and today many cultures still do.

So are our eating habits conditioned by our culture?

Please don’t forget to take part in the poll

Related newspaper articles:
Mirror News Meat factory closes after horse found in 9 of 13 burgers
The Telegraph Horse meat in burgers ‘could be health risk’

Weekly Photo Challenge: Inside (an old English pub)

The theme for this week’s WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge is “Inside”

In 2011, stranded in the UK due to the volcanic ash cloud we took the opportunity to visit many old towns and villages in the Cotswolds. Rather than taking their quaint charm for granted we viewed the architecture with fresh eyes and appreciated its character as tourists.

Inside
The picture below shows the inside of a typical English pub in the Cotswolds. As we entered the pub its interior felt cosy and welcoming, beckoning me to stay longer. I closed my eyes just a moment, and transported back in time I imagined sipping a good red wine on a cold winter’s evening. A roaring log fire burned in the hearth and mesmerised by the flames I felt warm inside. Memories such as these make me feel nostalgic for familiar surroundings.

Nowhere in Portugal, I have found, compares to the ambience of a typical old English Pub.

Inside an English Pub

Inside an English Pub

Outside

The Cotswold Arms, Burford - England

The Cotswold Arms, Burford – England

What places make you feel nostalgic?

Hot Cross Buns – To Share with Friends

Reblogged from Piglet in Portugal:

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According to English folklore there are many superstitions surrounding hot cross buns. My favorite superstition is accompanied by the rhyme...

“Half for you and half for me,
Between us two shall goodwill be”

Apparently, if you share a hot cross bun while saying the above words it is meant to ensure friendship throughout the coming year.

This is my first attempt at making "Hot Cross Buns" so here's to sharing them with all my blogging buddies...

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Weekly Photo challenge “Fall” – Hedgerow Harvest

This weeks (now last week’s) WordPress Photo challenge is “Fall” or Autumn. When I saw this week’s theme I thought great! We are in England and the leaves are turning wonderful shades of gold and amber. The leaves are falling from the trees so I wanted to photograph them floating in the wind. Well, that was the idea! In practice an hour later and nothing! Is to do with shutter speed? Anyway, I was walking back down the country lane feeling quite dejected when I spotted many different berries in the hedgerows.

Autumn's Hedgerow Harvest

Autumn's Hedgerow Harvest

When I was a child we used the seeds from the Rose hips as “itching powder”. We thought it great fun to put the seeds in people’s clothes.
Rosehips in the hedgerow

Rosehips in the hedgerow

Is it true if there is a bumper crop of wild berries it will be a hard winter?
A feast of berries in the hedgerow

A feast of berries in the hedgerow

I love foraging for blackberries and then make a blackberry and apple tart. In the Algarve I have not noticed any discernible difference in the foliage and certainly not an Autumn harvest of berries. Some of my favourite “Fall” photographs by fellow bloggers Spirit Lights the Way Walk A Mile In My Shoes Enjoy Creating One Wild and Precious Life

Proud Grandparents “take” Two…

Our latest grandchild less than 24hrs old!

Our latest grandchild less than 24hrs old!

We’d given up on Grandchildren, and then they arrive like buses!

Our first Grandchild, a beautiful little girl, was born in France on the 28th April and our, second grandchild, an adorable little boy called Oliver, was born in the UK just two days ago weighing in at 8lb 14oz!
Initially, in the Special Care Baby Unit due to breathing problems I am relieved to say all is now well and he should be allowed home tomorrow (Saturday)
Last update he was not allowed home today as he has feeding problems…we await further news.

As I walked into the Special Care Baby Unit to meet Oliver for the first time and saw the ‘prems’ (premature babies) fighting for life and my little grandson (huge by comparison) wired up to a machine, memories long-buried, came flooding back to me as though it was yesterday. Our sons (twins) spent the first three weeks of their lives in Special Care due to various complications. Discharged from hospital without them it felt surreal.

We have not been able to cuddle the little chap as yet, but once he is settled in at home we will have lots of cuddles. Plus plenty of practice with our first grandchild means we, actually I should say “I”, am also pretty adept at changing pooey nappies!

Grandparents have their uses!

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Devon Clotted Cream Teas – Seriously Naughty

The “foodie” highlight of my trip to Devon in England last week, to visit my Mother, was to disappear for an hours peace and quiet and seriously indulge myself with a “Devon Clotted Cream Tea”.

Devon Clotted Cream Tea - A foodies heaven!

Devon Clotted Cream Tea - A foodies heaven!


I had not intended to succumb to temptation due to my expanding waistline, diet, sense of guilt etc, but as I walked past all the cafes and saw people eating “cream teas”, I could not resist.

I just had to have one!

I just had to have one!


Cream teas are to Piglet like Eve’s “apple” was to Adam. To be honest, after just 24hrs with my Mother I was definitely in need of some comfort food. Please trust me when I tell you I needed an hour or two alone for my nerves to recover and gather my thoughts for the next onslaught. My Mother, at 85, is not only cantankerous, but as difficult to reason with as a nest full of angry wasps. This drains me both physically and mentally.

A Devon Cream Tea, for the uninitiated, usually consists of a scone, thick clotted cream and homemade jam plus a pot of tea. Hmmm delicious

This is probably as typically English as you can get. Yes, the cream and jam combination gives me the heartburn from hell, but occasionally it’s worth suffering the discomfort.

Enjoying the sunshine and my Devon Cream Tea

Enjoying the sunshine and my Devon Cream Tea

Sitting down at a pavement café in the sunshine I placed my order for a Devon Cream Tea and waited for it to arrive.

Two women sat at the table opposite chatting about this and that. It made such a change for me to be able to eavesdrop on a conversation I could actually understand. My Cream Tea arrived; a pot of tea, TWO scones, a dish of jam and real devon clotted cream – what a treat!

I promise the diet starts tomorrow!

I promise the diet starts tomorrow!

I carefully cut each of the scones in half, spooned on the jam and then the clotted cream – a food orgy indeed! I was just about to take my first mouthful when I heard one of the women on the table opposite say…
“Oooh I could only eat one of these scones, two is just plain greedy”
I felt absolutely mortified for being such a glutton and wished the ground would open up to devour both me and my Devon Cream Tea; at least I could finish one or maybe two scones away from their prying eyes.

Hey, the diet starts tomorrow – live for today!

Related posts:
I hate diets because I love food…
Mrs Blobby’s 10kg Fat Attack!

SCONE RECIPE
This is a really simple recipe for scones. I am unable to buy the clotted cream in Portugal but I can still enjoy them with my homemade jam.

Ingredients
8oz plain flour
pinch of salt
½ level teaspoon bicarbonate of soda
1 level teaspoons cream of tartar
1½oz margarine
4 tablespoons (approx) of milk
4 tablespoons (approx) of water

Method
Mix together (sift) flour, cream of tartar and bicarbonate of soda into large bowl.
Cut up margarine into small chunks and rub into flour until breadcrumb texture.
Gradually add milk and water and form into soft, but manageable dough.
Roll the dough to about ½” thick.
With pastry cutter cut into 2” rounds cutting as many scones as possible by utilizing the trimmings.
Place scones onto a preheated ungreased baking tray and brush with them with milk.
Bake near top of oven 450F for approx 10mins, until risen and are lightly golden brown.