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279/365 - 5 October (via my flickr)
I had a Devonshire Tea at Strawberry Fields…
Scones with jam and cream with tea for the unitiated. Just about the loveliest thing ever… except I’m still to find a place locally that will make proper tea or give you enough jam and cream.. eh.
Um, I would have frisbee’d that to the back of the waiter/tress’s head for lack of creamage…
On the rare occasion (she choked) that I get to par-take in Cream tea, I get panic attacks for the following:-
a) that they wont bring me enough clotted cream…
b) the scones wont be warm…
c) the scones wont be sufficiently fruited…
d) the jam will be blackberry…
e) the tea wont be assam…
Actually, sometimes I wonder if I will ever be happy with anything, making demands on a freaking scone and a cuppa is not good, Im well aware!
Personally If I order Cream Tea I’d be estatic if they came out with just a large pot of clotted cream and no tea or scones, but thats just me. Clotted cream is addictive. And very yummy.
