Saturday 11th October 2014
I felt a little embatessed that I am neither a coffee or Tea drinker, so I settled on coke. They were very accomidating, though I was the only one with a straw. Which did make me feel about 10.
We ate it like the tradition that's been ectched into our bones - you can only have pudding if you finish your main. So, similutaniusly tasting, working up the teirs..
Scones were still warm. Crumbly. I tend to prefer blackcurrant jam on a scone, but both the cream and preserve were scrummy. Curious, you a jam or cream first kind of person? Cos I think that's the kind of opinion that determines any friendship. Couldn't manage the whole thing, as my eyes are bigger than my stomach - and pudding space needed to be extended today.
MMM - Pudding. Saving suspected best till last, me started with the lemon option. Iced gem (anyone remember those snack stars?) shaped lemon meringue pieces glued together by lemon curd. It was sweet and tarte. Just delicious. Fruit cake was ok. Moist (urgh word) sponge, with cranberry/raisin/blackcurrant berries within it. A little Oaty, more for mum. Panecotta? Who knows what that is. But this kind of jelly consistency custard tasted nice, but the texture is not up my street. Berry cousle to top, added some well needed flavour to the vanilla mixture below - though a little much for me. Dad finished this in 2 spoons - afternoon tea etiquette is too enjoy it how you want to. Just use the napkins provided rather than creating your own out of the table cloth.
For a chocolate lover/worshipper, it was a surprise to decide that the lemon meringue was my favourite feature. That being said I've never had a dark chocolate brownie before, and it was as rich and memorable as you would expect.
All the staff were lovely. Treated us like any other guest, despite us being a little less reserved. The story of dad accidently mixing up Sue and Lorna to 'Loo and Sauna' was tummy. achingly. funny. No matter what situation you are in. That and dad doing his best subtly saving this for later sketch.
*Professional taster with my tissue notepad and biro*
Verdict? Thankyou brother Chris, It was lovely treat, if not intended for me.
I wouldn't splurge myself. Maybe it's those 'Great British Bakeoff' juices flowing through me, but I reckon I could do just a good a job.
What do you say mum, Tea ala Amber?