When I was a Wyoming girl, growing up a bookworm often meant reading food descriptions for foods I’d never seen. I mean we had to drive to Billings, Montana to get Pizza or an Icee until I was ten-ish. So Turkish Delight from Narnia or Clotted Cream and Jam and scones from “The Secret Garden” were puzzles to fascinate my imagination. Well. I knew what jam was anyway. Jam Tomorrow was replaced by Jam Today as my personal slogan after reading Alice’s Adventures.
Now I bake my own clotted cream and feel quite international.
I was going to try to make some of that this last winter, but it never got cold enough for me to justify leaving the oven on all night. Maybe this next winter will be colder. I've been thinking about clotted cream because of The Secret Garden too. It seems like a lot more effort than the French chantilly I make all the time at work, but I do want to try it.
