10) DIY Cream Tea – Loose Valley
Hot off the press!
Yet another Cream Tea review!
I think it’s the sun, as soon as I feel warmth on my skin, my body goes into autopilot.
‘Must eat Cream Tea! Must eat in sun! Must make picnic!’
In a drooly creepy zombified kind of way, of course…
I have to be outside!
If the sun is shining, that’s it, I can’t stay indoors, it just feels unnatural and a complete waste if I don’t; especially as I’m in the UK. The weather here can be so unpredictable and frustratingly flighty. You never know when you’ll see Mr Blue Sky again, so outside I am drawn and outside I will stay.
Now on this particular occasion, this being the 16th of March and a SUNDAY, Ash and I decided to stick as close to his home as possible.
We had options; Sissinghurst Castle (the only local National Trust Property that was actually open), Headcorn and, our usual back up option, Leeds Castle.
But redoing those places just sounded a bore and unnecessarily far off… SO… as it was so lovely and we were feeling rather ‘picnicky’ we stuck to Loose Valley. We just walked out of Ash’s front door and found the closest and most scenic field available…
BUT THE PREP?!
The DIY job!
Right well, before we set off on our epically short venture we had to get the GOODS!
Ash drove us to Morrison’s to retrieve our supplies!
Roddas clotted cream: CHECK!
Cheap ass Raspberry Jam: CHECK!
Actual Raspberries: CHECK!
DA ACTUAL HELL??? YOU ONLY HAVE FRUIT, CHEESE AND CHERRY SCONES?! WHERE DA PLAIN SCONES AT? DA HELL AM I GONNA EAT?
‘MORRISON SLAVE WHERE ARE YOU HIDING YOUR PLAIN SCONES? I SEE NONE ON THE SHELF! I DEMAND YOU FIND ME SOME OR I AM GOING TO FLIP OUT!’
‘Hang on let me check…’
*WHILST HYPERVETALATING* ‘ASH WHY IS GOD DOING THIS TO ME?’
The Morrison Drone returned with the worst news imaginable.
‘There are none.’
As you can imagine, I was dreadfully unhappy.
Ash held me as I fake sobbed dramatically.
Tightly, I might add, I think he was scared that I would beat the shit out of the Morrison employee, but my sorrow was stronger than my wrath.
I vowed never to shop at Morrison’s again.
So after Bandicoot unruffled my feathers we went on a little adventure.
(Sorry, recently got into Adventure Time and I’ve taken to using their quirky exclamations… Amazing show… Really!)
Anyway… Spar and a Co-op were a major disappointment. I was almost losing hope, I thought for sure that none would be found, I was almost fake sobbing again… I was fit to burst as we pulled into to our last available option….
Who knew Tesco’s would be our salvation?!
I certainly didn’t, but there you go. TESCO SAVED THE DAY! YAY!
So, with a pack of four of Tesco’s finest we finally got on with our picnic. We made up some wraps, packed some samosa’s, brewed up a flask of tea, nicked the dog’s blanket and went to the valley of choice.
The sun was smiling, a river nearby trickled musically, ants invaded Ketchum’s juice cup, a soft breeze kept lifting up my dress, revealing my knickers to the world and a haze of wood smoke gave the scene a rustic smell.
Ah, it was glorious.
And for a DIY Cream Tea, we did an excellent job. Though the scones weren’t exactly that big, there was certainly a gluttonous amount of them, quantity meant more to us that day it seems. But my finest plain scones were delicious, they were much better than the cherry ones Ash had settled with.
Oh and the jam! Like Bandicoot and I always say; raspberries are finitely better than strawberries, they just taste ‘redder’ (as Ash put it), I find strawberries are always such a disappointment. Who chose them anyway? Who decided strawberries were traditionally English? I’d like a word!
Also! Who needs to splash out for good jam? The cheap version was excellent and worked really well with our fresh raspberries.
I don’t think I need to sell Roddas Clotted Cream to anyone, it’s damned good and the sun made it gloriously spreadable!
The only downside to our DIY Cream Tea was that the tea itself tasted a little plasticky… can only blame Ash’s stupid flask…
But oh well, I didn’t allow such little trifle’s to dampen my mood. Basking in the sun, gorging on Cream Teas and lying on Bandicoots belly was utter bliss.
I treasure little moments like this.
They are truly priceless.
I definitely think I was a cat in my past life… I can’t get enough of lying on people’s bellies, warming myself in the sunshine and lapping up cream…
I can purr and I even like people stroking my nose!
I know… pretty weird…
Ah well, I’m looking forward to more sunny days and, of course, more Cream Teas.