I’ve Died and Gone to England

I haven’t been posting because I’m busy, you see. In the morning I have to eat these eggs, perhaps the best I’ve ever tasted, which have a large quantity of cream and chives folded in. I cut the richness with some roasted tomatoes and mushrooms cooked in butter as well as English sausages with bacon. Alongside of it all is special kind of toast that has been crisped in butter. In case you are trying to replicate my breakfast at home, this special toast has no crust. Your coffee should be in a French press, with true cream.

Lunch is a few hours later and a formal affair with wine, and coffee afterwards in some very tiny very pink cups. Then we have tea, then drinks, then a cold supper laid out for us by the staff, then a homemade dessert or more likely two homemade desserts, then coffee, then a smidgen of Bailey’s.

In case you are concerned that English fare is lacking, the chef trained in Asia and therefore, all of the peas are minted and the rice salads have cardamom and basically, every damn thing is perfect, like the duck with Chinese beans and chutney, and I cannot help myself from helping myself. In between these set meals, we walk around the considerable grounds with a sleek and perfect black lab, on the green green grass, and admire the sheeps and cows and hares.

I just wanted to let you know that I’m busy for a bit, but that you really, really  shouldn’t be worried about me.