I think it’s safe to say that I love English things. I have an English dog (hi Amelia), an English car (hi Mini Cooper), I love baking scones and drinking tea with a splash of milk in it and I love reading English literature. I also grew up watching English dramas on PBS, including most recently Downton Abbey.
Next month I’m headed to London with Grey Poupon to visit a few Downton Abbey locations, including Highclere Castle. Imagine forty exclamation points because I feel like that expresses my true excitement. I can’t wait to sip tea in the same rooms as Edith and Mary and Sybil. (I miss her!)
To kick things off, I’m sharing this recipe for Welsh Rarebit.
Now, when I first heard the name of this recipe I swore it had rabbit in it or something. I dunno! It’s confusing! Rarebit…rabbit. They sort of look alike.
If you don’t know what it is, Welsh Rarebit is basically a beer sauce that’s typically poured over a piece of toast. I love melted leeks so I added that to the bread for a bit of an onion flavor.
When I was in third grade I had in a role in my first play ever and it was my all-time favorite, Oliver Twist. I sadly was only given one line in the whole dang thing (I was gunning for the role of Dodger but didn’t get it) and that was, “Can I have some more porridge, please.”
I made sure to make my eyes look really sad and puppy dog-like and used the best fake English accent I could muster up. I’m pretty sure it was awful. I remember never really knowing what porridge was at the time, and honestly my opinion of it as I grew older was scarred from that experience. I figured it must’ve been awful if all “orphans” could get their hands on was a big bowl of mushy porridge.
Porridge has made a big 180 in my head. Porridge would be pressed to find a bigger fan. This porridge love story starts with persimmons, the other love of mine.
I love a good scone. Maybe it’s because I love English things like Downton Abbey, Mini Coopers and corgis. I’m not sure, but scones, tea and my pinky out is my current mood. I feel like I have another part of me that loves sweet tea, rollers in my hair, fried green tomatoes (the food and the movie) and Nashville. But that’s for another day. (ALSO CAN WE DISCUSS LAST NIGHT’S EPISODE?!)
Today we’re exploring my more dainty, English, proper side. I had leftover cherries hanging in my fridge and chocolate chilling in my pantry. I figured I couldn’t let this combination pass. It needed to be done.
I’ve been wanting to make some sort of buckwheat scones for a long time now. I adore buckwheat. It really does have a bad reputation because it has the ability to turn fluffy, light baked goods into heavy, door stoppers. But if done right (read: cut with all-purpose flour) it can really add a nice nutty, earthy flavor. These scones aren’t hockey pucks. No sireee. No. They’re tender, buttery, with a big, hearty, scone-like crumb. I li-it-uh-lot.