After all that travelling, we decided to spend the next week somewhere much closer to home. Yes, home.
The good thing about British Week is that you can pretty much eat what you like and still call it British. Spag Bol, British. Curry, British. Pizza. British.
The picture at the top is taken in our back garden. I thought you might like a bit of colour for a change after all that brown food.
We started the week with fish and chips, that British classic. No fancy tempura batters or thrice cooked chips, just a couple of battered code from Waitrose, McCains French Fries, peas and a bit of tartar sauce that I made.
Next, was something I cooked at university. Somerset Sausages. Basically a sausage casserole cooked with cider. It would have had cream in it, had I found any in the fridge.
A bit of fusion cooking next. The best of Spain plus the best of Britain. Mini Toad in the Holes using chorizo. Tasty.
Next up was a proper classic. Lancashire Hotpot. I took the recipe from the Hairy Bikers’ Best of British. Some really nice recipes in this book. Anyway, they add black pudding to their recipe. lovely.
Friday. Fish. Smoked Haddock. Kedgeree. Tasty but not what you might call photogenic. Didn’t warrant a picture.
Saturday, Bacon and eggs and black pudding for breakfast, enhanced with some chopped apple and sprinkled with paprika.
Cornish Pasties in the evening.
On Sunday, I decide to make a chicken cobbler. Chicken casserole with some scones on top basically.
Something else I tried this week was blue cheese and walnut whirls. Bread dough, rolled flat with a mixture of blue cheese, walnuts and herbs, then rolled up, cut into rounds and cooked with some more cheese on top. Nice. Made a load, put them in the freezer.
They were inspired by the Chelsea Buns that Andrea made.
