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No reason why you shouldn't have blood with your clotted cream Geoff - if that's what really turns you on. It's very versatile.

Clotted cream is a regional speciality of Cornwall and Devon, down in the extreme south-west of England where folk are strange, and the stories are stranger.

You take some ordinary cream and you gently heat it until you have evaporated as much of the liquid part as you can. The result is clotted cream. Yummy. It is a light yellow colour because it is halfway between cream and butter. It is thick enough to spread but sort of fluffy. Traditionally you eat it spread on scones (I suspect 'scones' means something different in the US - most things do!) with jam on top. A Devon cream tea consists of scones with clotted cream and jam, strawberries and, of course, a nice cup of tea to wash it all down. (Ed: There is no such thing as a 'Devonshire' cream tea, blues, as the wikipedia article says, because there is no such county as Devonshire - thought I'd just make that clear in case you make some terrible faux pas in the future. )

You can also make it into ice cream.

Clotted cream with blood is probably not impossible to find if you believe all you read about Cornish people. Tourists ('grockles' or 'jaspers' as they are known down there) are said to disappear occasionally under strange circumstances.

The Cornish are an odd lot, isolated on their tiny peninsular. They have their own history and language and are reluctant to call themselves English. They have their own flag too - which is pretty sinister: it's jet black with a vertical white cross on it. Clearly people with a flag like that are capable of anything.

hmm... Now I kinda want to go to England even more. And explore. And try different foods in the different areas. I'll bring a camera and record it. Sell it to food network or the BBC or somthing.

sv-wolf wrote:No reason why you shouldn't have blood with your clotted cream Geoff - if that's what really turns you on. It's very versatile.

Clotted cream is a regional speciality of Cornwall and Devon, down in the extreme south-west of England where folk are strange, and the stories are stranger.

You take some ordinary cream and you gently heat it until you have evaporated as much of the liquid part as you can. The result is clotted cream. Yummy. It is a light yellow colour because it is halfway between cream and butter. It is thick enough to spread but sort of fluffy. Traditionally you eat it spread on scones (I suspect 'scones' means something different in the US - most things do!) with jam on top. A Devon cream tea consists of scones with clotted cream and jam, strawberries and, of course, a nice cup of tea to wash it all down. (Ed: There is no such thing as a 'Devonshire' cream tea, blues, as the wikipedia article says, because there is no such county as Devonshire - thought I'd just make that clear in case you make some terrible faux pas in the future. )

You can also make it into ice cream.

Clotted cream with blood is probably not impossible to find if you believe all you read about Cornish people. Tourists ('grockles' or 'jaspers' as they are known down there) are said to disappear occasionally under strange circumstances.

The Cornish are an odd lot, isolated on their tiny peninsular. They have their own history and language and are reluctant to call themselves English. They have their own flag too - which is pretty sinister: it's jet black with a vertical white cross on it. Clearly people with a flag like that are capable of anything.

What time shall I be there for tea and scones?

Thanx Hud and Blues.

It is better than my second best guess (thankfully), but still not something I'm too sure I'm in a big hurry to try. But I've been surprised before so I might like it.

Tour England sampling traditional English food, eh Geoff? I can save you the airfare. Take whatever your planning on eating, and boil it until it is gray and chewy, especially meat. BTW, boiling meat in Alberta will get you lynched. If you don't feel like boiling the meat, eat it raw. That about sums up my traditional English food experiences at my British friend's houses growing up.

And kippers? Oh Man, I don't even like to say the word, much less remember the taste of that...... the only thing worse was my 1st wife's father frying kidneys...... the smell of boiling pizz filling the house..... how the hell did you people survive until you discovered take out curries?

BuzZz wrote:how the hell did you people survive until you discovered take out curries?

Black pudding, spotted dick and bubble and squeak!
We've done this one before, I seem to remember.

I used to know a rather pretty girl with the nickname Squeak. I'm not sure how well she would have received being invited in for a bit of spotted dick.

Of course squeak being what she is.... She would no doubt have just spat copiously from her horse and asked if you had any beer to go along with it.

sv-wolf wrote:

BuzZz wrote:how the hell did you people survive until you discovered take out curries?

Black pudding, spotted dick and bubble and squeak!
We've done this one before, I seem to remember.

I'm starting to remember why we Declared Independence......

roscowgo wrote:I used to know a rather pretty girl with the nickname Squeak. I'm not sure how well she would have received being invited in for a bit of spotted dick.

ROFLMAO!!!! Coffee on the monitor, too!!!

jstark47 wrote:

sv-wolf wrote:


Black pudding, spotted dick and bubble and squeak!
We've done this one before, I seem to remember.

I'm starting to remember why we Declared Independence......

blues2cruise wrote:

jstark47 wrote:

sv-wolf wrote:


Black pudding, spotted dick and bubble and squeak!
We've done this one before, I seem to remember.

I'm starting to remember why we Declared Independence......

Funny thing is, no one this side of the pond regrets Independance day either

jstark47 wrote: I'm starting to remember why we Declared Independence......

Big mistake. You guys have no idea what you are missing. Traditional Brit food is only cr-ap if you like it that way and you never eat in anything but greasy spoon cafes. You only see the stereotypes.

Until you have sampled roast beef and Yorkshire pudding (with horseradish sauce), Lancashire hotpot, roast lamb with mint sauce, cumberland sausage, cottage pie, roast pork with caramelised apples, honey-glazed ham, pheasant with chestnuts, rabbit cider hotpot, venison in orange and brandy sauce, duck with cumberland sauce, Howtowdie etc etc etc, you have no idea...

And we are big on puddings too: Apple Charlotte, sticky toffee pudding, lemon meringue pie, summer pudding, eve's pudding, upside-down pudding, apricot souffle, mince pies, date and walnut loaf. eccles cakes... mmmm eccles cakes.

And now we've got the best of everybody else's cooking as well.

Let's put this in perspective. According to a recent bit of research, small as it is, the UK has more fruit cultivars and more varieties of livestock than any other country in the WORLD - far outstripping the U.S. It's got one of the widest selections of vegetables too and some wonderful cheeses. And if you want good food it's got some brilliant cooks.

Serves you right for being rude to George III (mind you, we were as well!)

So, if you want to eat well over here there is nothing to stop you. It's just that most of us prefer cr-ap.