Rumours abound about the origin of Eton Mess. Some involve clumsy animals whilst others talk of dropped food being picked up off the floor, reconstructed and eaten anyway. Not terribly appetizing. Regardless, Eton Mess is a classic dessert made with those most classic of English ingredients: strawberries and cream. The Eton part of the name is derived from Eton College where it was (apparently) traditionally served at the annual cricket match between Eton and Harrow. The “Mess” comes from how the dessert is constructed; folded together to look a bit, well, messy. This is not the most elegant of desserts.…
Author: <span>Amanda Clayton</span>
Wimbledon starts today. That oldest of tennis tournaments. The only one played on grass, the one considered the granddaddy of tennis titles and the one with such a strict dress code (whites only) that in 2013 Roger Federer was asked to change his shoes because the soles were bright orange. The first Wimbledon championship was held on June 9th 1877 and was advertised as a “lawn tennis meeting, open to all amateurs”. Except women. Of course. Twenty two men showed up and played with wooden rackets and hand sewn flannel balls. Two hundred people watched. In 1884, women were allowed…
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Oh pork belly, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee in fried rice, I love thee in tacos, I love thee straight out of the pan (although please don’t tell anyone) and now I love thee over grits, served up with an egg for breakfast. I actually had no idea I was such a fan of pork belly until I had pork belly tacos at a restaurant one day. So incredibly delicious. And to boot the tacos were accompanied by crackling… freshly made and still hot when it arrived at the table. I had…