Lurves Tea Shoppes

I have a wonderful son - proof is that he wanted to go to a local Brit-owned tea house for a good manly sausage roll and cheese lunch, which meant all of us got to go too.

As usual, we didn't escape without a basket full of goodies, like Yorkshire Gold and a can of good treacle and some of that instant custard powder, a fruity malt loaf and jelly babies... They also had the hugest jar of Marmite I've ever seen. He picked out a little steak-and-kidney pie to take in his lunch to school, and elderflower. How in the world did we end up with so many Brit tastes when we've never been there? Well, yeah - I mean, hubby's family has a British name, but still... is it *that* strong in the genetics? X-D

I chalk it up to too much Doctor Who and P.G. Wodehouse myself, what ho?

Yum.