Everything starts somewhere, and here is where this blog starts. Bang.
Why crumpets? I’m an obsessive, obsessed, this-is-my-version-of-meditation-for-world-peace kind of baker. Here in America, where I live and bake, that usually means muffins. (Although if you’re one of my friends on Facebook you’ll know I don’t stop there.) But in just a few days we are moving our family of five to England — to a really English-y part of England — so it’s going to be time for crumpet making. Do they bake? Do they fry? Do they gently come into being by themselves inside a fairy tree? Time to find out.
(I joke, of course. I already have a recipe.)
And why Camelot? I have some strong fantasy elements in my conception of England. Geometrically challenged furniture. Robin Hood. Tudor Roses. Bluestockings. Julie Andrews breaking into song. Maybe a highwayman on the way to Gretna Green. That sort of thing. Won’t it be fun to see what it’s really like?
Our house is packed away. Our cats are staying with Nana for a few months. Our minivan has already started the boat ride to Sherwood Forest. The kids have smuggled as many stuffed animals into their shoes and underpants as they can manage. I’m putting on my cowboy boots. Time to say some goodbyes and get ready to greet England. With a bang.