Do you ever have those moments when you become aware of yourself and realize that even though you may physically be standing in the kitchen eating your breakfast and minding your own business, in all but reality you are far, far, far away…
With a simple drip of butter that fell from my perfectly toasted English muffin to my blue and white Swedish plate, I was transported to six and a half years ago on a chilly night in a hostel in Wales.
“But please,” we asked…my sister and I…to two fun and informative men sitting at the table with us. “What’s a crumpet?”
“A crumpet?” said in an, oh, so delightful English accent. “Oh, a crumpet…you don’t know? Never had one? You must fix that. You really must find a crumpet.”
“But what is it?”
“How can we describe a crumpet?” they asked each other.
“It’s a bit of a mix between a piece of bread and a pancake.” said one.
“With lots of little holes in it.” interjected the other.
“Yes! Be sure to toast it. And then put butter on it. Lots of butter.”
“You have to fill all the little holes with butter, till it drips out and runs down your hands.”
“Indeed. And be sure to have a cup of tea so that you can wash down all that grease.”
“Yes, yes. Of course. You must have tea with your crumpets. It’s brilliant.”
I “came to” standing in the kitchen this morning, squeezing drips of butter out of all the little holes in my English muffin. Even the sip of tea that I took didn’t wipe the silly grin off of my face that these memories brought.
We never did enjoy a true-to-life crumpet while we were in England, though we did discover that Scottish crumpets are different than English. I must go back…or maybe I’ll just go to Seattle and check out The Crumpet Shop.
Meanwhile, English muffins aren’t crumpets. In fact, they are an American invention, I believe. If you find yourself wanting some entertainment, do a search on “the difference between English muffins and crumpets”. Be sure to read all the comments. It really is quite entertaining.
Of course, this may or may not have anything to do with a duck named Roger…but he keeps asking me to try making some crumpets. Then we can settle which we like better. But I can’t imagine anything better than our tried and true English muffins.