Our first holiday together was in Cornwall where we went camping (in the loosest sense of the word, thanks to the spot with the electric supply, the George Foreman grill and the ipod speakers). Aside from the plethora of cornish pasties (I can't believe I went so many years not knowing that the twist at the end comes from making sure that the filling stays inside and that the whole thing can be eaten with one hand, the twisty bit of pastry at the end acting as a handle which was usually thrown away had it become dirty in the process), we had delicious seafood, a fillet steak which G still holds up in this top three and the super English tradition of...
... the cream tea.
Not much evidence left in the picture above, but it was probably the most perfect setting to stop on the coastal path and refuel with light scones, smooth, rich cream and homemade jam. There is a reason that scones are a staple on the food technology (or in my day, home economics) curriculum: they are darned tasty. The savoury yet sweet combination wins every time. Simplicty at its best.
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