Thursday, 24 November 2011
Fit for the Queen
What does she have? A plate of smoked salmon and caviar or perhaps a cold cut from one of those swans that only she is allowed to shoot. No, with all that state banqueting she has to do, she longs for plainer fare. I reckon that this chip butty that I rustled up for my lunch yesterday, and pictured amongst a collection of 'crown jewels', would be just the type of fare that she noshes in secret. Crispy chips with melty butter wedged between two slices from Mr Lovelygrey's finest loaf. Or perhaps she might like an earlier classy offering of mine, the Essex Sandwich?