This is how we started our days. This is called the English Breakfast. If you are in a B & B you are automatically served this in the morning. If you are at a hotel sometimes this is laid out as a buffet and sometimes it's a menu choice but it's always there. Now, I'm not real thrilled with even being awake at 8 a.m. much less staring down a plate of food that consists of: two sausages (large sausages), two pieces of English bacon (ham to us), two eggs, a crock of baked beans, mushrooms, two broiled tomatoes (not in this picture because PH already put them on my plate along with the beans) sometimes hash browns and two pieces of toast. This is followed by a first course of yogurt, fruit and granola. We ate this and then didn't eat again until our evening meal.
When I spooned into this I said to Brian, "this is cake!" No, he said, it's pudding. "But it's cake!" No, he said, it's pudding. Here pudding is a custard, there it's this delicious warm little cake. I was won over.
One evening we had a discussion about fruitcake being a staple at Christmas. Apparently it's baked then soaked then covered and pushed to the back of a cupboard for A YEAR! What??!! I told Brian and his sister that here fruitcake is the butt of all jokes. No one I know eats it. Some have been passed the same one back and forth between families for decades, but no one eats it. It's a gooey, solid, strange looking brick. They were very surprised. For them it's a must at Christmas. Well. One day PH and I were walking down the street in a little town and I saw in a window of a pastry shop a variety of yummy looking things. Yes, I brake for bakeries. One of the featured goodies was this fruitcake. I told PH it didn't look like any fruitcake I knew so I had to try it. I immediately sent an email to Brian telling him it IS delicious. Kind of like our gingerbread cake with fruits and nuts in it - more cake than brick for sure. It was wonderful and set my mind to thinking of variations of gingerbread for this winter. I'm a convert. In my family I'd tell people it's like our aunt Virgie's Boston brown bread. But different. In a good way.
So of course I went in. There was a tray of lardy cake slices and I bought one of those. I can only describe it as kind of like a baklava but different. The flake layers weren't flaky but a bit more dense - maybe from sitting in that sticky goo? Some fruit but mostly layers and goo and of course it was delicious.
We were in Windsor on the right day. The middle market street was full of tents with vendors selling street food and there wasn't anything you could name that wasn't there as a street food. They only do this once a month so we were very lucky. We make paella often so this stall looked good to us. The pan was huge. You can just see the cook's hand at the top. There were several different kinds you could choose from. As we walked I suggested to PH that on our way out we stop and get something to take back to the hotel. He ordered paella and I got bubble and squeek. That's potatoes and cabbage cooked together. I ordered the chicken on top.