Miles Lavender Limeflower & Rose Tea – to be supped from a Royal Albert English bone china cup n’ saucer!

​Hello, darlings!

Happy National Tea Day (Sunday 21st April 2019).

This luxurious fragrant tea is jam-packed with surprises! So, if you have a curious nature and wish to try something a trifle different, then please do join Miss Windsor for a “scent-sational” sup of this exquisite blend of Miles Lavender Limeflower & Rose Tea.

For those who have not had the pleasure, may I introduce Miles Tea of Porlock, Somerset, merchants of the finest tea and coffee from the West-Country. Established in 1888 and was previously known as Henry Miles & Co, then in 1971, Mr D J Miles purchased the business from his grandfather, whom since then, and now at the ripe and ravishing age of 87 years old is still tea tasting and buying three days per week.

Courtesy of “Visit Somerset” – photo of Mr D J Miles blending tea!

​Moving swiftly on, as I burst open the packet, I was greeted by the incredible fragrance of an English country garden, well more like the “potpourri-esque” version!

Nevertheless, I recall a mesmerising whiff of pink rambling rose, coupled with a sensual waft of lavender, plus an earthy touch of zing. I must say, my senses were aroused immediately, so whilst swept away in a floral haze, I envisioned a picture-postcard image of a quaint chocolate-box cottage, surrounded by a picket fence, nestled within a sleepy West-Country hamlet..

My beauteous vision was enwreathed by an almost wild, yet charming bounty of fragrant flowers, shrubs, herbs, vegetables, ornamental plants, and pink rambling roses. By Jove! darlings, by now Miss Windsor’s beloved Brown Betty teapot couldn’t wait to get a brew on.  

So the moment I held one of those silky bags, I was instantly catapulted down memory lane to Grandmother Josie’s Victorian, Somersetshire abode in Clevedon. A trifle bigger than a sleepy hamlet dwelling yet boasted a vibrant coloured and beautifully kept cottage-like garden – the scent of rose, lavender, and tree bark sprang to mind, but no limeflowers, I’m afraid.   

Now, I know what you’re thinking: “What the Dickens has Grandmother Josie’s abode got in common with a teabag, apologies tea kite?” Well, the moment one’s snout inhaled the aromatic tones of rose, lavender, and limeflower, one was drawn immediately to Grannie’s drawers (Oh, I say!). Of course, Miss Windsor is referring to a “chest of drawers”, not the cotton type commonly known as bloomers!

This wonderful blend of tea evoked fond and rosy memories of Grandmother Josie’s grand boudoir – parsley green carpet, rose pink drapes, a cerise satin bedspread and matching pillow shams, mahogany furniture, plus a vintage 1970s “Teasmade”, which I believe has been out of action since that very era! Oh yes, and Grannies drawers! a stupendous mahogany article, a bit dog-eared but still as robust and vivid as the day it was made.

As I pulled open one of Grannies drawers, I spied numerous, vintage, lacey silk, pink, and mauve drawer pillows that were oozing with floral freshness. I then drew an almighty snuffle, and was seduced by a scent-sation of English lavender and rose perfume created by the old-fashioned, English brand of Yardley. Throw a bit of earthy mahogany into the mix and BANG! it smelt exactly like Miles Lavender Limeflower & Rose Tea (How remarkable!).

Darlings, now moving on gracefully to my beloved Brown Betty teapot, which was sporting a fetching delicate pink tea cosy, she couldn’t wait to pour Miss Windsor a cup of tea.

My teacup now brimming with liquid, I lowered my snout and took a deep sniff, and rose from the teacup quite baffled. I must admit, it smelt very much like boiled dandelion stalks, with a touch of chamomile, plus a hint of dried rose petal – extraordinary, to say the least!

To be frank, it tasted a tad bitter, with a pleasant touch of rose petal, followed by a lingering aftertaste of zing – that must’ve been the limeflowers. You see, although it was a bit like supping on “eau de cologne”, I enthuse it was extremely delightful, flavoursome, incredibly refreshing, and I must say, following a day’s hard graft this tea would be the perfect tonic to help you unwind……

Darlings, if you fancy being swept away with Mr Miles (Oh, I say!) on a relaxing rendezvous, then why not treat yourself to a cup or two of this floral brew. Oh yes, and this fabulous tea is the perfect accompaniment to a slice of Mrs Beeton’s Rose & Lime Saucer Cake.

Darlings, please take a peek at my delightful version of MRS BEETON’S ROSE & LIME SAUCER CAKE! 

Miss Windsor x

ALL PHOTOGRAPHY BY MISS WINDSOR EXCEPT FOR PHOTOS OF GRANDMOTHER JOSIE & MR D J MILES.

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Hello, darlings!
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During a brief stay in the USA, I decided to carry out some research regarding “female” cooks and food writers from a bygone era. And to my surprise, I discovered the celebrated American cook – Fannie Merritt Farmer who is, in fact, the perfect “nemesis” to our English culinary marvel – Mrs Isabella Beeton! 
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As an ongoing project, I shall recreate recipes by jolly old Fannie Merritt Farmer, and document the results in my recipe section.  

​Fannie Merritt Farmer

Good folk of the USA! Miss Windsor certainly hopes you’ve heard of your very own culinary goddess from yesteryear – the one and only – Fannie Merritt Farmer – if not, then shame on you!
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On the 23rd March 1857 in Boston Massachusetts, Fannie entered this world, and coincidently,  just so happens to be a fellow Zodiac Sign of Aries – just like Miss Windsor!

Now, moving swiftly on, Fannie Merritt Farmer is indeed a celebrated culinary expert, teacher, lecturer, advocate of “scientific” cookery and household management, author of six books, and pioneer of the North American measuring cups and spoons – Ooooh, what an inspiration!

You see, Fannie popularised this revolutionary breakthrough, which made recipes easier to follow whether you’re a housewife, novice cook or a budding professional chef! So, whatever your rank in the kitchen, your efforts could stand an equal chance of producing a culinary masterpiece! ​

Darlings, now most shockingly, aged 16 Fannie suffered a Stroke, and as a result, she suffered from a number of physical repercussions’. However, with sheer determination and grit, this did not deter her from reaching her goals and dreams in life.

Thus, in her early 30’s Fannie enrolled in the Boston Cooking School and achieved excellence. Then following her graduation in 1889 Fannie served as assistant director; becoming school principal during the 1890s. ​

During Fannie’s appointment, fellow colleagues, pupils and friends “egged” her on (translation: urged) so to speak! in order to prepare and publish her first book. So in 1896, Fannie rewrote The Boston Cooking-School Cook Book, which was originally written by Mary J. Lincoln. Luckily, Miss Windsor’s a proud owner of the 1909 edition, which she purchased during her brief stay in the USA.

In fact, I had the pleasure of recreating a bit of an oldie, yet classic teatime favourite – Fannie’s GENUINE Sponge Cake. I say, perfect for a summer’s day afternoon tea pageantry of goodies, or to be enjoyed with a cup of tea whilst perched on your veranda as you look over yonder – How pleasant! 

You see, ​Fannie’s GENUINE Sponge Cake is prepared with many eggs, little flour, sugar, lemon juice, and without the aid of a raising agent, “But what makes a sponge cake rise?” you utter!  Well, according to Fannie’s easy to comprehend, scientific explanation, “Is made light by the quantity of air beaten into both yolks and whites of eggs, and the expansion of that air in baking!” – thank you, Fannie! ​

Darlings, there’s one thing I must convey about Fannie’s first book – The Boston Cooking-School Cook Book is that she chose or maybe forgot! to provide cooking temperatures for many of her recipes’ – Oh, dearie me!

​Please see example below for Fannie’s Golden Cake. 

Of course, back in those days Fannie cooked using a “range cooker” or a “gas stove” at some point, and so may have experienced difficulty gauging the exact oven temperatures – who knows! But nevertheless, for each recipe, one would’ve appreciated an indication of some sort – such as a quick, moderate, or hot oven.

​Oh well, but thank goodness for my modern mentor: the jolly old internet, who thankfully, in this instance, offered Miss Windsor a helping hand!

Now, moving on gracefully, in 1902 darling Fannie retired from the Boston Cooking School, and with housewives in mind (never mind professional cooks!) she founded Miss Farmer’s School of Cookery in Boston.

Sadly, my dears, Fannie passed away on January 15th, 1915. But luckily for us, she leaves us with many words of wisdom, and famously quoted:  

​”I certainly feel that the time is not far distant when a knowledge of the principals of diet will be an essential part of one’s education. Then mankind will eat to live, will be able to do better mental and physical work, and disease will be less frequent”– Miss Windsor couldn’t agree more! 

Without a shadow of a doubt, Fannie’s legacy will certainly live on and on. Therefore, the mastery of her work will be celebrated not only by Miss Windsor but by fellow culinary enthusiasts all over the globe – hear, hear! 

Darlings, if you fancy recreating Fannie’s recipe for GENUINE Sponge Cake, then please do CLICK the LINK for FANNIE MERRITT FARMER’S GENUINE SPONGE CAKE. 

Or, maybe you would like to acquaint yourself with Fannie’s nemesis – Mrs Isabella Beeton? If so, please do CLICK the LINK for THE CULINARY CHRONICLES OF MRS BEETON

Also, if you’d like to read more about darling Fannie, just CLICK on the image below for my rather spiffing article about Fannie Merritt Farmer.

Until next time, ​

Miss Windsor x

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Hello, darlings!
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Well, I say! what a wonderful start to the festive season, as Miss Windsor hosted a glittering “soiree” at the one and only – The Ritz London, Piccadilly! Where I dined and caroused my delightful compeers with the Christmas themed afternoon tea – famously known as “Tea at the Ritz”.

Darlings, before I tell you all about my festive afternoon tea experience, which includes an unfortunate misadventure of being incarcerated inside a beautifully decorated toilet cubical! I wish to fortify your mind with some fascinating and historical facts about The Ritz London.

The Ritz London, created by the Swiss hotelier – Cesar Ritz, swung open its doors on the 24th May 1906. This stupendous Grade II listed building was built in the Franco-American style, and oozes the traditional architecture of Paris – Ooh, la, la!

​It’s luxurious and “ritzy” interior was designed in the Louis XVI style, and no doubt satisfied the extravagant taste of London’s high society and beyond, thus being hailed as one of the world’s most magnificent and best-known hotels.

This world-renown hotel was a favourite haunt for patrons such as The Prince of Wales (future King Edward VII) who once quoted, “Where Ritz goes, I go!”. Also, Hollywood star Charlie Chaplin, Winston Churchill, English playwright Sir Noel Coward (who wrote Children of The Ritz – at The Ritz London!), Jackie Onassis, Sir Roger Moore, HM Queen Elizabeth II – Oh, and her royal counterpart – Miss Windsor!
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Now darlings, due to my party arriving a touch early, I headed straight for The Rivoli Bar (cocktail lounge) for a pre-afternoon tea drinkie, where I thoroughly enjoyed a cocktail – the decadent – 1906. Indeed, this served as the perfect foundation for Miss Windsor’s champagne lavished afternoon tea.

Moving onto the Palm Court – an extremely grand room luxuriously decorated in the Louis XVI style. Mirrored panels, gold gilding and a dash of blush pink bedeck the walls and ceiling. Marble columns welcome you to be seated, and at this time of year, they’re dazzling with red and gold decorations, plus the added curiosity of garlands made from Royal Worcester bone china cups and saucers!

Now feeling rather peckish and a smitch thirsty, I ordered the afternoon tea goodies including a pot of The Ritz Christmas Spice Tea. Oh, plus a couple of flutes of Reserve Ritz Champagne Barons De Rothschild – only the best will do for Miss Windsor!

​The champagne arrived promptly, soon followed by the tea, along with the expected paraphernalia which one presumes was made of REAL silver! Darlings, what a frightfully traumatic experience it would’ve turned out to be if Miss Windsor once again faced her “aversion” to stainless steel!

I was thrilled when our afternoon tea pageantry arrived – tiers of sandwiches and cakes presented on a silver stand graced the Royal Worchester plates. The scones, strawberry jam and clotted cream appeared soon after. And I must admit my favourite finger sandwich was the ham with grain mustard mayonnaise on sliced brioche – heaven on earth.

Then between alternate sips of tea and champagne, whilst listening to the harmonious choir serenade us with Christmas classics, I managed to devour two freshly baked, dove-feather soft scones – one of which was a rather fruity sort! Both slathered with a thick, velvety layer of Rodda’s Cornish clotted cream, followed by a generous dollop of Tiptree strawberry jam.

However, Miss Windsor was bitterly disappointed with her slice of Christmas Cake. It was dry, crumbly and tasted a tad gingery, yet it lacked the warm and festive flavour of mixed spice; and thank goodness there were no plastic-like glace cherries in sight! Instead, one expected to nibble on succulent pieces of sultanas, raisins and currants, but sadly these seldom made an appearance in this festive classic.

Darlings, now feeling stuffed like a turkey, I galloped along to the entrance of the ladies powder room (translation: restroom) and clung onto the brass railings as I hurried down the red-carpeted stairs.

​One found oneself in a glamorous seating area tastefully decorated with baby doll pink wooden panelled walls, plus the added charm of pink marble-topped tables and basins. Also, a “Thulian” pink, silk-covered sofa sat perfectly perched in front of a hand-painted mural of a water-themed Grecian paradise.

So, I quickly flew into the nearest cubical and powdered one’s nose – of course! Once perfectly powdered I tried to open the door, but to my surprise, it wouldn’t open. On closer inspection, I realised a couple of screws were hanging from the door handle – Oh, dearie me!

Darlings, Miss Windsor is known to carry many things in her handbag, but not the likes of a screwdriver! Now, consumed with panic I wished to be liberated, therefore, I reached for my trusty mobile phone and attempted to call reception, but there was no signal – eek!

By this time, I had a vision of spending the night incarcerated in my very own “suite” at The Ritz London, albeit it was a beautifully decorated toilet cubical. Now eager to return to my party there was one more option left, so with a clenched fist I forcefully banged the door and shouted, “Hello, hello – anyone there?”. Eventually, after a few minutes of intense banging a fellow patron came to my rescue, and like a miracle, the door flung open – ​phew!

Indeed, I reported my unexpected sufferance to the reception, and was immediately showered with a profusion of apologies. Nevertheless, Miss Windsor had a wonderful time at The Ritz London, and shall certainly return soon to plough my way through the cocktail menu – starting with the Iron Lady!

Please click on the image below, for Miss Windsor’s spiffing article about Christmas Afternoon Tea at The Ritz, London!

​Cheerio for now,

Miss Windsor x

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Hello, darlings!

Following the joys of Stir-Up Sunday I’ve surprisingly woken up bright and early, but I wonder what you’re up to?

Maybe you’re still in the land of nod, nestled within the warm layers of your soft, brushed, cotton duvet – How blissful! Or possibly I’ve startled you from your sleep and now you’re walking like a zombie towards the kettle – definitely time for a cuppa! Either way, I’m going to tell you all about Mrs Beeton’s Traditional British Christmas Pudding – which I recreated, of course, with a bit of a Miss Windsor twist!

Darlings, but before I proceed, I do wonder if you know what Stir-Up Sunday actually is? “Hmm, please do tell Miss Windsor,” I hear you grunt from deep within your bedclothes!

You see, following a Victorian yet religious tradition one should make their Christmas pudding on the last Sunday before Advent begins. It’s a special time when family gather together and take it in turns to stir the pudding mixture, whilst making a wish for the year ahead. Traditionally charms were added such as a silver coin which represents wealth – now, isn’t that spiffing!

To be honest, darlings, I’m feeling rather exhilarated, yet a touch drowsy following the Stir-Up Sunday kitchen merriment! Therefore, as I sit perched staring at the London skyline, whilst supping on Twining’s Christmas Blend Tea from my favourite dainty teacup, I’m shocked to observe the cruelty of the British weather, which rather dampens the festive spirit – do you agree?

The relentless rain coupled with the blustery wind that swirls angrily between the gangly trees – Oh, what a glorious morning! One can only surmise that Miss Windsor stirred the pudding mixture so vigorously, unaware that she’d actually “cooked up” more than a culinary storm!

So, in a fraught attempt to restore the spirit of Christmas – I have succumbed to the tried and tested method of music. In this case, I will perform a sing-a-long to the high-spirited carol of We Wish You a Merry Christmas! One would say it’s quite an appropriate choice, considering it contains the following line, “Oh, bring us a Figgy pudding and a cup of good cheer!” – well, in Miss Windsor’s case a teacup of Twinings Christmas Blend Tea!
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However, according to my research, some oddly believe that the American term – figgy pudding – is a kind of soufflé or just another name for Christmas pudding. Nevertheless, it’s a steamed, spicy, fruity kinda pudding come cake, that can be made with “figs” or any other dried fruit that has been lavishly drenched in alcohol.

Now, a little bit of history about the world-famous Christmas pudding. It originates from England and began life in the 14th century as a pottage called “frumenty”, which was a kind of broth type soup made with beef/mutton, wine, spice, and fruit. Then it evolved over the years until the Victorians referred to it as plum pudding, or by the common title of Christmas pudding. Please note plums refer to raisins or any kind of dried fruit.
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Darlings, now onto Mrs Beeton’s delightful recipe – made with chopped beef suet, spices, rum or brandy, desiccated coconut, breadcrumbs, mixed peel, milk, and so on, which I merrily recreated with an extra special “twist” – How fancy!

So, I jazzed up my version by roughly chopping the dried fruit, then soaking it for a week (few days will suffice) in dark Lambs Navy Rum. Then I added dark brown sugar – in fact, Mrs Beeton’s recipe called for no sugar at all!

I also opted for brown breadcrumbs instead of white. You see, I believe all these additions actually deepen the colour, and prevents your pudding from looking rather “anaemic”!

Now, before you have a good ol’ go at recreating this heavenly pud, Miss Windsor suggests that you make two generous sized puddings, instead of an extra-large one – as previously recommended by Mrs Beeton – which would certainly feed a family of ten!

Therefore, serve one this year, then having spoon-fed your second pud with dark rum or brandy all year round, it will have matured by intensifying the flavours, thus improving the texture in readiness for your next festive knees-up!

Darlings, here’s the link to my version of Mrs Beeton’s Traditional British Christmas Pudding! 
​Or why not tune in to Miss Windsor’s YouTube channel for a chucklesome “one-to-one” tutorial, and learn how to make your very own Christmas pudding from scratch!

Enjoy with a drop or two of brandy butter, thick cream or custard!

Miss Windsor x

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Hello, darlings!

I’ve been utterly immersed with excitement since my last visit to the green rippling countryside of Somersetshire, “Ooh arr, Ooh arr!” I hear you bellow with sheer delight! Please note: Somersetshire is the archaic name for such a spiffing snippet of the West-Country, which is simply known in this day and age as Somerset.

So, darlings, please join Miss Windsor for a merry jaunt down memory lane, then a bimble into the present, whilst one reveals many humorous and riveting titbits about Taunton Deane’s very own, illustrious, dynamic duo – Mr & Mrs Hill. Who I recently joined for a scrumptious spot of afternoon tea in The Column Room at Hestercombe House, which is pleasantly plonked within the parish of West Monkton, and beautifully nestled on the Quantock Hills, near Taunton, Somerset.

Photo Credit – Hestercombe House & Gardens – CLICK HERE ​

​Now, I must tell you, whilst we chumbled away on freshly baked scones and fancy cakes (all handmade at Hestercombe) it was divulged to Miss Windsor that the dynamic duo has just recovered from a frightfully unusual case of “pew bum” – I say, how ghastly! but more about that later.  

Photo Credit – Hestercombe House & Gardens – CLICK HERE

And by the way, if you just so happen to be reading this from the comfort of your abode in the ward of Pyrland and Rowbarton, then you’ve probably known Mrs Hill for the past 24 years by her official title of “councillor”.

​Or, you may have had the pleasure of coming face to face with Mr Hill – a keen “castleologist” and member of The Sealed Knot Society (Mrs Hill’s also a member) during re-enactments of battles, skirmishes and sieges of the English Civil War.

Darlings, I first met Cllr Marcia Hill and her beloved Consort Mr Julian Hill at Somerset Day in Bishops Lydeard, which is a yearly event that celebrates Somerset as a place to live, work or play – hear, hear! I must say, it was a rather memorable occasion, as Cllr Hill, also a director of Apple FM, interviewed Miss Windsor for the Community Matters radio show. Oh, yes, and we got on “like a house on fire”, and so we’ve been cheerful chums ever since.  

Also, in 2015/2016, whilst out and about in Taunton, you may have bumped into Cllr Hill wearing her full regalia – sporting a bright red robe, a triangular hat, and a rather striking ruffled piece of finery known as a “jabot”.

I dare say, this type of attire sounds rather like fancy dress, but fear not, as Cllr Hill enunciated to Miss Windsor, “I persevered and persevered, and then the year I retired, bam, I was made the “Taunton Deane Mayor” – well, that clearly explains the elaborate clothing, and By Jove! what a far cry from Cllr Hill’s childhood dream of becoming a prima ballerina.

Now, before we proceed any further, it’s evident that Mr and Mrs Hill were destined to be together, as they were both born in Canon Street Maternity Hospital, Taunton – Aaaaah! Then years later, in 1966 to be exact, they first clapped eyes on each other at a New Year’s Eve bash. Apparently, Mr Hill was quite the gent, and so chaperoned his future wife on a midnight stroll to the fag machine – How romantic! 

Funnily enough, he then appeared the following day on his sweetheart’s doorstep – cheeky! And so, proclaimed to Miss Windsor with a slight tone of disappointment, “She promised to cut my hair like Steve Marriott from the Small Faces!” – which sadly never materialised! Nevertheless, they married in 1969 and have been gazing into each other’s eyes with oodles of adoration ever since.

​Interestingly, during their early years of marriage, the happy couple worked for the Jarman’s – Mr Hill worked as a mechanic for Neil Jarman at Edwards Motors, and Mrs Hill worked for Anne Jarman at Motherhood (maternity wear) – a family affair, indeed! 

​And it was also disclosed to Miss Windsor that during the retro years of 1970s, Mrs Hill was a Pyrex Lady – curtsey please – a purveyor of fine kitchen glassware. Apparently, one possessed a complete set of “checker’s” and “rose” design compact casserole dishes, plus many other bits and bobs’ like mixing bowls and a rolling pin – How fabulously vintage! 

Now, I’m proud to declare that Mr & Mrs Hill are the sweetest couple I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting from Somerset, and you may have noticed they do indeed wear many hats, albeit the triangular sort!

​In fact, for the past 8 years or so Mrs Hill has been a trustee of Hestercombe Gardens Trust (and house) and very much supports the vision of Philip White MBE (founder and chief executive) whom in 1995 with sheer grit and determination; and with a little help from re-mortgaging his house, set about restoring the landscape to its former glory – didn’t he do well!

Darlings, you’ll be pleased to know that Hestercombe House is a rather stupendous erection (Oh, I say!), which was originally built in the 16th century for the Warre family. In fact, the Hestercombe Estate dates all the way back to the 11th century when it was owned by Glastonbury Abbey.

Also, you’ll be chuffed to discover as a contribution towards the war effort, Hestercombe Estate was utilised during the Second World War as headquarters for the British 8th Corps until January 12th 1943. Then it became the residence of choice as the HQ of the United States 19th District supply services.

Photo credit – Hestercombe House & Gardens – CLICK HERE ​

I proudly declare that the quintessential treat of afternoon tea in The Column Room was the ultimate finishing touch to my guided tour of the historical gardens. You see, I was feeling exceedingly peckish, and my tootsies were in dire need of a well-deserved rest from toddling around three centuries of garden design – Victorian, Georgian, and Edwardian.

In fact, the latter was designed by the highly acclaimed English architect – Sir Edwin Lutyens, and planted by world-renowned, British horticulturist; garden designer, and writer – Gertrude Jekyll. My word! what a fabulous fusion of green-fingered greatness and creative construction.

Now I must admit, my nasal passage also required a brief spell of relaxation, “What on earth for, Miss Windsor?” I hear you shriek with immense concern!

​Well, I recall feeling rather mesmerised by the sensual stream of Mrs Hill’s favourite fragrance of Youth Dew (by Estee Lauder) which swirled through the summertide breeze accompanied by the sweet scent of white roses – it was quite the “potpourri”! Thus, as one can imagine, also a slight irritation to one’s sensitive snout!

Photo Credit – Bath Museum – CLICK HERE 

I say I’m sure you’ll be thrilled to know that Youth Dew has been Mrs Hill’s scent of choice since 1968, and of course, darling Mr Hill has been buying it for her ever since. Apparently, during the swinging 60’s and beyond, this fancy perfume was quite the rage in Taunton and was only available to purchase once per year from Colmers or Debenhams.

In comparison to the waft of Youth Dew, Mr Hill intoned to Miss Windsor, “I prefer leather, sweat, and gunpowder!” – How pleasant! 

Photo credit – Historical Houses – CLICK HERE

Moving swiftly on, as I merrily flick through the highlights of my first official engagement with Mr and Mrs Hill, I recall nibbling on a delicious chicken sarnie and supping on Special Earl Grey Tea, as I gazed through the rickety sash window enwreathed by a rambling plant of some sort, whilst I absorbed my first celestial taste of “paradise restored”. Well, the Formal Gardens of the Victorian Terrace and Great Plat, to be exact! where work began in 1998 to resurrect such splendour back to its original beauty. 

Photo Credit – County Gazette – CLICK HERE 

​Now, I bet you’re gagging to find out about their unfortunate sufferance of pew bum! Well, during Cllr Hill’s appointment as Taunton Deane Mayor they were invited to many church events where for hours on end, one perched their derrière upon a hard-wooden surface, namely a pew.

​Which of course, caused great and long-lasting discomfort, but thankfully by the end of one’s year in office there was no pews insight when they attended the garden party at Buckingham Palace, London, along with their beautiful daughters – and so their road to recovery commenced. 

Darlings, and whilst having a jolly ol’ chinwag with Mr and Mrs Hill during afternoon tea, I discovered many things, and I was enthralled to hear all about Mrs Hill’s culinary memories of yesteryear.

I recall that Mrs Hill excitedly uttered to Miss Windsor “I was brought up in a house with fifteen family members, and I have wonderful memories of my gran’s cooking – roast dinners, soups, suet puddings, rice pudding, and apple dumplings.” 

​Then with an air of nostalgia, Mrs Hill recalled: “Every Saturday morning my aunty Sylvia would buy “sprats” and fresh vegetables from the local market, and she’d also bring home a copy of the County Gazette.” 

Photo Credit – Francis Frith – CLICK HERE​

Now, before I pop off for a ladylike, half-pint of Mrs Hill’s favourite Somerset cider by Sheppy’s, followed by a stonker of a pork sausage (Oh, I say!) which Mr Hill is also rather partial to, and affectionately declared to Miss Windsor “You can’t beat a West-Country local pork sausage, it’s just got to be on a breakfast plate.”

I wish to indulge your good selves with Mr Hill’s Somersetshire dulcet tones – Ooh aar, Ooh arr! whilst he joyfully recites a well-known phrase, “Somerset born, Somerset bred, strong in the arm, and thick in the head!” – and there you have it.

I say, on that note, it’s a goodbye from me and a huge farewell and see you again soon, from Taunton Deane’s very own treasures of the community – Mr and Mrs Hill.

Oh, and before I forget, if you’re a fan of the outdoors, fancy a light-bite or afternoon tea, then please pop along to HESTERCOMBE HOUSE & GARDENS which is open all year round except for Christmas Day.

​Toodles! 

Miss Windsor x

Please note Cllr Marcia Hill’s other involvements:

Trustee of SBP T (Somerset Buildings and Preservation Trust) and Co-ordinator/Facilitator of Yarnbombing for Taunton Live (Go-Create).

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Hello, darlings!

In 1861, during the reign of our sovereign Queen Victoria (curtsy please!), Mrs Isabella Beeton’s most treasured creation, Beeton’s Book of Household Management, was first published. And as nature intended, she flourished into the worlds-greatest teacher of all things “domestic and culinary”.

In fact, Mrs Beeton’s been hailed as the “grandmother of the modern-day domestic goddess” – but frankly my dears, I beg to differ! As clearly, due to her untimely farewell via the Pearly Gates, the honourable title of godmother is a far more suitable fit – concur? Nevertheless, as my most favoured mentor, and wizard of all things household management, I wholeheartedly appreciate Mrs Beeton’s most welcome counsel when fulfilling my duties as the mistress, housekeeper, or cook of the Miss Windsor household – I do indeed, wear many hats!

So, darlings, let’s dash off to memory lane, where together we’ll embrace the brilliance of this avant-garde, and highly acclaimed woman of Victorian society – How spiffing! 

Isabella Mary Mayson was born at 24 Milk Street, Cripplegate, Cheapside, London on 14th March 1836. 

Sadly, whilst merely a nipper, Isabella’s father Benjamin died when he was just 39 years old.  Leaving a number of children, her mother, Elizabeth, eventually married a widower – Mr Henry Dorling – a bookseller and printer from Epsom, Surrey. Together with Henry’s four children, they increased their brood into an astounding gaggle of seventeen (or possibly twenty-one!) – “Cor blimey”, I hear you utter! Incredibly, this swollen menage apparently lived in rooms under the Epsom Downs grandstand.

Isabella’s step-father, Henry, was quite a generous old chap who packed her off to finishing school in Heidelberg, Germany to study music and languages.  Presumably, there she dabbled in the basics of home economics, including the art of pastry making.

Thus, upon her return home to Epsom, Isabella toddled off to her local high street and received further pastry lessons from the exquisite Barnard establishment – and some folk believe she may have actually worked there for a scanty while. Owned by William Barnard, a confectioner, who in 1860 advertised his services as the “Fancy Bread and Biscuit Baker” – Oh, I say!

​”Extra! Extra! Read All About it!”

On the 10th July 1856, Isabella married a rather dashing young chap – publisher and magazine editor, Mr Samuel Orchart Beeton. ​

Once settled into married life, Mrs Beeton started her career writing articles for her husband’s monthly publication – The Englishwoman’s Domestic Magazine – about housekeeping tips, cookery items, and fashion. Samuel started this magazine in 1852, and by 1856 he was selling around 50,000 copies a year. And through Isabella’s work, she became well-known as a journalist, editor, and writer – the positions of which, may I add, were quite an anomaly during such era.  

At 21 years old, and just a slip of a girl, Mrs Beeton commenced work on her first culinary triumph, which was published in 1859 as twenty-four monthly instalments. Then in 1861, the year my great great grandmother Georgina was born, the instalments evolved into a book. Furnished with the grand title of Beeton’s Book of Household Management, which was published by S.O Beeton Publishing, 248 Strand, London, and sold 60,000 copies in its first year.

By Jove, darlings! Thank goodness, I was lucky enough to get my hands on a copy – the 1906 edition – sporting the slightly altered title of  Mrs Beeton’s Book of Household Management.

I must say, yet somewhat eccentric in her ways, I find Mrs Beeton’s writing witty and informative, and in parts, emanates an extraordinary comedic flare. An intelligently written masterpiece, and in Miss Windsor’s opinion, long may she reign as QUEEN of the cookery writers’ industry.

Amazingly, double the size of the original, my 1906 version exceeds 2056 pages – a stonker of a book! In fact, its best described as some kind of culinary reference book, encyclopedia or bible.

​Followed by a catalogue of adverts for British household favourites – Fry’s Cocoa (Five Boys Milk Chocolate), Cadbury’s Cocoa, McDougall’s Flour, Jeyes’ Disinfectants, Harrods, Sainsbury’s, and Atora Beef Suet – most of whom are still going strong today, and are, in fact, some of Miss Windsor’s pantry favourites!

Moving swiftly on, in 1861 Mrs Beeton and darling Samuel founded The Queen, the Ladies Newspaper, a weekly publication that offered easy to read amusements for its patrons. However, in 1862 they sold their literary creation to William Cox but little did they know, it would transpire to be one of the longest-serving English magazines dedicated to women and fashion. Then in 1968 it was sold again and relaunched as Harpers & Queen, now known as Harpers Bazaar.   

Darlings, Beeton’s Book of Household Management was first published during a time when newly-wed middle-class women were often separated from their mother’s apron strings by miles upon miles, so to speak. So, as the mistress of the house, and in need of direction, the pressure quickly mounted to oversee that all household duties were carried out correctly, including their own. Therefore, droves of ladies called upon Mrs Beeton’s counsel for help and advice – good call, darlings! 

Attention please: as Mrs Beeton proclaims to the mistress of the house, “She ought always to remember that she rules the household; and by her conduct, its whole internal policy is regulated. She is, therefore, a person of far-reaching importance!” – I say, Miss Windsor couldn’t agree more! 

Luckily, Mrs Beeton’s book covered everything, such as advice for the mistress and housewife, hospitality, good temper, dress, fashion, wages of servants, parties, and so on.

Mrs Beeton wishes to add, “When a mistress is an early riser, it is almost certain that her house will be orderly and well managed. On the contrary, if she remains in bed till a late hour, then servants, who, as we observed, invariably acquire some of their mistress’s characteristics, are likely to become sluggards” – well said, Mrs Beeton!

In addition, Mrs Beeton details the duties and responsibilities of the cook, kitchen maids, and housekeeper, and warns all cooks, “If you are told to prepare anything you’re not certain about, have the courage to say so and ask your mistresses advice. How many dishes and dinners have been spoilt because cooks have been too proud to confess ignorance!” – cooks, please do take heed!

Followed by information on how to run a kitchen, utensils and appliances, wages of servants, menu making, the butler’s pantry, nursing and homoeopathic medicine, the doctor, invalid furniture, and legal memoranda.

I say, darlings, the real gem of this book, is the extensive portfolio of recipes, together with colourful lithographic art illustrations, and photographic reproductions, which are included in the later versions – like Miss Windsor’s 1906 copy.  

I must confess, during an afternoon tea break, I often take comfort in Mrs Beeton’s book, and aimlessly flick through the brown-tinged, frayed pages on some kind of educational quest.

​Although, a trifle amused, albeit a pinch shocked by some of the recipes one just so happens to cast an eye on! I am, indeed, delighted when I stumble across fascinating, yet peculiar cuisine from a bygone era such as Turtle Soup, Stewed Pigeons, Blackbird Pie, Brain Fritters, Peptonized Gruel, Parrot Pie, followed by a sweet treat of Porcupine Pudding.   

The recipe on page 165 for Good Woman’s Soup (potage a la bonne femme – Ooh, la, la!) certainly makes me chuckle! I wonder, darlings, could it be possible to create a “good woman” from white-heart lettuce and a thick slice of cucumber? Answers on a postcard, please!

Also, buried deep within my 1906 version, you’ll find recipe categories for General Observations on The Common Hog, Recipes for Cooking Hare & Rabbit, Invalid Cookery, Jewish Cookery, Indian Cookery – to name, but a few! Oh, and not forgetting recipes for the Use of Butler, Footman, Coachman, Groom, Valet, Lady’s Maid, Man-Servant, Parlour-Maid, House-Maid, and Laundry-Maid. 

Darlings, many say that Mrs Beeton was quite ahead of her time in the sphere of recipe writing; observed as a stickler for thriftiness and one for tightening the purse strings, as it goes! And where possible, she suggests an alternative, budget-friendly, satisfying recipe, instead of the version that requires pricey ingredients.

​Of course, although the economical recipe endeavours to save money and often time, Mrs Beeton advises, “Economy and frugality must never, however, be allowed to degenerate into meanness” – yes mistress!  

Although contemporary in style, Mrs Beeton wrote easy to follow detailed instructions, which include a list of ingredients at the start of the recipe, cooking times, cost of the recipe, along with antiquated “imperial” measurements, such as ounce, pound, stone, drachm, quarter, hundredwt, ton, fluid drachm, pint, gallon, peck, bushel, sack, chaldron, load – including the trusty old “teacup”!

More wise words from Mrs Beeton: “The young housekeeper, cook, or whoever may be engaged in the important task of ‘getting ready’ the dinner or other meal, to follow precisely the order in which the recipes are given. Thus, let them first place on their table all the ingredients necessary; then their method of preparation will quickly and easily be managed” – thank you, Mrs Beeton.

But rumour has it, she snaffled a fair few recipes from other famous cooks such as Eliza Acton, who in 1845 published Modern Cookery for Private Families – slapped wrist, Mrs Beeton! She also included recipes that were created by her readers and first showcased in her monthly column. Apparently, her half-sister Lucy Smiles, recalled that Baroness de Tessier of Epsom gave her a recipe for Baroness Pudding, made of suet and raisins.  

Darlings, but as I delved deeper into Mrs Beeton’s life, I stumbled across Kathryn Hughes (historian & author) who’s been exposed as a touch obsessed with Mrs Beeton, and apparently remortgaged her home to be the proud owner of an assemblage of Mrs Beeton’s letters. Miss Hughes also spent a number of years researching Mrs Beeton’s culinary wrongdoings, thus proved many of her recipes were copied word for word from other food writers of her day, and beyond.  

Hmmm just thinking out loud here: to be brutally honest darlings, and in today’s modern world, if such whispers proved correct I’m sure Mrs Beeton would be known as a damn right plagiarist! However, I’m certain that without her unfettered efforts, many households would’ve erupted into an almighty mass of chaos, therefore, one must express gratitude for the laborious works of our beloved Mrs Beeton.

My research revealed that Mrs Beeton, along with her cook and kitchen-maid would test one recipe per day in her kitchen in Hatch End, Pinner, London. I dare say, but what a load of old cobblers! I doubt she had time to participate in any extra culinary activities, as she was a wife, mother, mistress of the house, and a career woman!

Then apparently, if a success, and deemed worthy of Mrs Beeton’s book, she would rewrite the recipe in accordance with her new recipe format. And as confirmed by Kathryn Hughes, Mrs Beeton’s ONLY additions were a list of ingredients at the start of the recipe, including cooking times, and as for the rest of the content, she copied from many notable female cooks.

An obvious example of Mrs Beeton’s plagiaristic exploits is that the type of measurements noted in her writing seems to differ from one recipe to another – where one says pounds and ounces, another states teacups! I say, darlings, due to her recipe content which clearly lacks uniformity: one wonders how many recipes Mrs Beeton actually did rewrite? But nevertheless, Kathryn Hughes proudly declared to The Guardian newspaper, “Mrs Beeton was an extraordinary innovator” – of course, Miss Windsor couldn’t agree more! 

Now, would you Adam and Eve it! nestled amongst hundreds of recipes in my 1906 version of Mrs Beeton’s masterpiece, apparently, lies, her ONE and ONLY recipe to be of her own creation – Benevolent Soup! Originally known as Useful Soup for Benevolent Purposes. 

You see, the history books dictate, that in 1858 England endured a terribly harsh and deathly cold winter. So much so, our charitable, selfless, and kindly Mrs Beeton set up a soup kitchen from her home and served a hearty, meat-based, chunky vegetable, and liquor-laced concoction – namely half a pint of beer, although, my 1906 version calls for water ONLY! Mrs Beeton served her creation to the hungry, homeless, and destitute folk of Hatch End, Pinner – Mrs Beeton a pillar of her community!

Now darlings, what I’m about to announce brings a trickle of a tear to my eye – at the tender age of 28 years old, Mrs Beeton passed away on the 6th February 1865 and was buried at Norwood Cemetery, London. Tragically, following the birth of her fourth child, she died from peritonitis and puerperal fever. But according to various sources, darling Samuel had possibly infected her with syphilis, which one presumes caused the death of two of their sons.

There, there, don’t bleat my little lambs! Following Mrs Beeton’s early departure, Samuel made her name into a global brand – What a wonderful way to commemorate her work! And according to one of Miss Windsor’s mentors: the jolly old internet, Mrs Beeton bequeathed to the arena of all things domestic and culinary, her final offering, which she completed just a few weeks before her death – Mrs Beeton’s Dictionary of Every-Day Cookery, published in 1865 by S.O Beeton, 248 Strand, London. 

However, in 1866, Mr Samuel Orchart Beeton was swamped in debt – one wonders if this was due to the expense of two court cases he was embroiled in? Therefore, to avoid bankruptcy he sold the rights to his business, along with Mrs Beeton’s book (or books?) to Ward Lock & Co. Limited. Fortunately, they allowed him to continue running the business, and using Mrs Beeton’s well-established name, published updated versions of Beeton’sBook of Household Management – again and again.

Sadly, the poor old chap died on the 6th June 1877 of pulmonary consumption and was laid to rest next to his sweetheart in Norwood Cemetery. 

Unfortunately, many years later the Beeton’s home in Pinner was bombed during the Blitz of 1940. However, as a touching mark of remembrance, I discovered that a road in Hatch End, Pinner had been lovingly furnished with the grand title of Beeton Close – isn’t that lovely!

Darlings, before Miss Windsor retires to the comfort of her boudoir, she hereby affirms that Mrs Beeton, a truly inspiring lady, who for nearly hundred and sixty years merely with written words and illustrations, provided help and guidance in the realm of household management, to the aspiring mistress, housekeeper, or cook.

Therefore, I undoubtedly believe, Mrs Beeton’s legacy will trickle down into today’s modern-day society and her valuable teachings will be cherished and practised by generations to come. 

As part of my work in “Bringing food history alive”, it is my wish to live on in Mrs Beeton’s name: to revive and recreate recipes from my 1906 edition of Mrs Beeton’sBook of Household Management – with a Miss Windsor twist, of course! Which will serve as the perfect opportunity to pay homage, and to celebrate the mastery of our illustrious, English culinary marvel Mrs Isabella Beeton.

“Bringing food history alive,
and theatre to your table”

Darlings, hush please, whilst Mrs Beeton says a few words:

“I must frankly own that, if I had known beforehand the labour which this book has entailed, I should never have been courageous enough to commence it. What moved me, in the first instance, to attempt a work like this, was the discomfort and suffering which I had seen brought about by household mismanagement” – Miss Windsor, couldn’t agree more!

ISABELLA BEETON
248, Strand. 1861 

Darlings – if you fancy stepping back in time and recreating one of Mrs Beeton’s mouth-watering cakes, then please do CLICK THE LINK BELOW for Miss Windsor’s Seriously Scrumptious Lemon & Coconut Cake:

miss-windsors-seriously-scrumptious-lemon-coconut-cake.html

Miss Windsor x

ALL RECIPES, ILLUSTRATIONS & ADVERTS ARE TAKEN FROM 1861 EDITION OF BEETON’S BOOK OF HOUSEHOLD MANAGEMENT & 1906 EDITION OF MRS BEETON’S BOOK OF HOUSEHOLD MANAGEMENT.

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​Hello, darlings!

I excitedly present Whimsical Winnie – round of applause, please!

Known by Winnie or Wynette, but you may address her by Your Majesty – curtsey please – is immensely charismatic, and bursting with buoyancy!

Blessed with magical “green fingers” – just one teeny-weeny touch of a seed, and hey presto it’s blossomed into an abundance of fruit or vegetables! Of course, I’m always chuffed to receive a hamper of Winnie’s harvest from her bountiful allotment at Fulham Palace Meadows where she’s been a plot holder since 1996.

​In fact, 2016 marked the 100th year anniversary of Fulham Palace Meadows; Winnie’s 75th birthday; and 20 glorious years tending her allotment. I say, this extra special triple celebration took place in the main hut, where allotmenteers joined the gaiety and chumbled away on cake and raised a teacup to Winnie – The Queen of Fulham Palace Meadows!

Before you ask – nosey! In 1962 Winnie toddled over to the chilly isle of England from the sun-kissed island of Jamaica (How spiffing!). Where eventually she was given the cheeky title of Whimsical Winnie because of her saucy sense of humour, lively nature, and well, I must add she is a bit of a “hoot” – He, he, he! 

Darlings, now Miss Windsor requires your undivided attention, as she proceeds to fortify your mind with some exceedingly interesting titbits about Fulham Palace Meadows – I say, what a beautiful name for a congregation of allotments.

This splendorous snippet of London is located next to the River Thames, which is comfortably nestled within the London Borough of Hammersmith and Fulham (abbreviated as LBHF). You’ll be flabbergasted to discover that the meadows boast, drum roll please….406 allotments, “Cor blimey!” I hear you shriek – plus it’s the largest allotment site in the whole of London. 

Now let’s roll back to ancient times: apparently those notorious Romans actually settled on the meadows from AD43 to AD410. Thereafter, the land was used by Anglo Saxon farmers, and in a way, with the exception of cattle, is still being farmed today by the residents of Fulham.

You see, back in the olden days, well, 1916 to be exact! there was a generous old chap known as Bishop Winnington-Ingram who granted the land to the good folks of Fulham for food production and as part of an early WWI “Dig for Victory” campaign. I say, this news excited me greatly, as I’ve just been gifted a delightful cookery book – Eating for Victory – by the lovely lady of Fortune PR (www.fortunepr.co.uk).

PHOTO CREDIT – CLICK HERE

Now, I feel utterly compelled to mention that during the retro years of the 1970s, and according to The Fulham Palace Meadows Allotment Association “The first female plot holder arrived in 1970, hitherto permitted tenants were male, although from 20th February 1955 only married men or widowers could take a plot”.

​Well, I beg to differ darlings – the male species may have had their name on a plot, but remember who worked the land whilst the boys went to war……….

Now your history lesson is over, you may join Miss Windsor for fun and frolics along the rather green, yet earthy, meandering pathway to Winnie’s most precious allotment, where you lucky devils will witness the “fruits of her labour”.

You see, as I approached Winnie’s thriving plot, I was completely mesmerised by the rippled green cascades of unripe cherry tomatoes, followed by the odd plum or beef type – in fact, just one whiff of that unique herbal-like aroma and I was instantly catapulted back to my childhood, where I spent many sultry days in Grandpa Larry’s greenhouse. My goodness, how I adore the smell of those furry, yet pointy tomato leaves, especially when it lingers on one’s fingers!

As my mind returned to the present day, I recall scanning over the rest of Winnie’s allotment whilst I absorbed her green-fingered greatness. I say it was bursting at the seams with all sorts – kohlrabi, cabbage, turnip, carrots, cucumber, broccoli, sweet potato, spinach, gooseberries, runner beans, French beans, bolita beans, beetroot, onions, garlic, and sweetcorn.  

Oh, dear “No sweetcorn this year,” Winnie piped up from across her empire “They were eaten by naughty squirrels,” she then instantly filled the air with her soprano-esque cackle! 

Darlings and one mustn’t forget to mention Winnie’s ravishing raspberries and sexy strawberries. You see, Winnie chummed up with one of her allotment neighbours and together they developed a type of “liqueur” which they created in their respective abodes.

​Apparently, it’s an easy recipe, just combine the fruit with vodka or white rum, add sugar, then with the aid of the hot sizzling sun (for about three months on a windowsill) – voila – you’ve created a terribly nice tipple! 

But to Winnie’s dismay the original recipe included mint, and so proclaimed, “I didn’t like it at all, it tasted like toothpaste!” Nevertheless, Winnie enjoys her luscious liqueur on special occasions such as Christmas and birthdays and invites friends and neighbours over to enjoy a quaff or two.   

​You’ll be pleased to hear that Whimsical Winnie is an extremely keen cook, who merely “watched and learned” from her parents in Jamaica, and so enthused to Miss Windsor “I believe in cooking every day from fresh. NO TAKEAWAYS!”

​Winnie is very fond of Caribbean cuisine, and so using her allotment grown goodies whips up: chunky vegetable and chicken soups with dumplings, rice and peas, salads, carrot and beetroot juice – you name it, Winnie can make it! Oh, and when asked what her favourite meal is, Winnie expressed with joy, “Rice and peas and chicken!” followed by her captivating chortle! 

​Moving swiftly on, Miss Windsor was eager to explore every nook and cranny of Winnie’s delightful “glebe”, and so proceeded to amble around this, well one would say, a gardener’s paradise.

It was bustling with vegetation, with the honorary flower here and there, such as a striking yellow daisy which stood proudly next to Winnie’s bolita beans, and a rather cute row of marigolds which I found snuggled up next to Winnie’s greenhouse (How cosy!). Apparently, these little cuties assist Winnie with her snail patrol duties, because of their natural ability to repel any unwanted critters.

In fact, I was utterly thrilled when I stumbled upon Winnie’s, let’s say, “home from home”, which was almost camouflaged by a giant beanstalk; that appeared slightly obscured whilst playing hide and seek behind her greenhouse.

​Nevertheless, as I sauntered towards this rather charming russet brown coloured erection (Oh, I say!) I spied a cottage-like window sporting a dainty net curtain. I must admit, although the door was somewhat ajar, I felt compelled to pop in and have a good ol’ nose around Winnie’s estate.

And what a frightfully fabulous experience it was, I felt I’d walked straight into a fully equipped kitchen-diner – albeit the stove was a portable type perched on a foldaway table, huddled next to a deck chair where one presumes Winnie rests her green fingers and toes.

​Oh, and this tiddly abode has many functions, as it’s occasionally used as Winnie’s dressing room, hence her powder-pink smock hanging from the rafter.

Not only does Winnie enjoy a tea break within the comfort of her luxurious surroundings, but she also prepares slap-up meals on her portable stove of beef steak accompanied by her allotment grown veggies; and on occasion, a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs.

Before I scurry off with my hamper of Winnie’s allotment harvest, which one shall use to recreate a recipe or two from my Eating for Victory cookery book. I must divulge that darling Winnie is an extremely snappy dresser and so is also known by the title of Waistcoat Winnie! Simply because of her love for tailored waistcoats – especially the leather sort (Oh, I say!). 

Miss Windsor must pop off now, as the war effort is calling for her culinary assistance. But before we part ways, please do CLICK on the LINK below for Miss Windsor’s Beetroot & Green Bean Fritters – ration book friendly, exceptionally healthy, and a delicious product of Winnie’s allotment harvest.

Here’s the LINK:
MISS WINDSOR’S BEETROOT & GREEN BEAN FRITTERS! 

​Cheerio for now, 

ALL PHOTOGRAPHY BY MISS WINDSOR – EXCEPT FOR WINNIE, GRANDPA LARRY & BISHOP WINNINGTON-INGRAM.

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Hello, darlings!

Mrs Simkins and I have joined together in “matrimony” – Ha, ha, got you there! Of course, I meant to say the beauteous Meghan (real name: Rachel!) and dashing Harry (real name: Henry!) exchanged vows on Saturday 19th May 2018 and became the Duke and Duchess of Sussex – curtesy, please! Indeed, I wish them every happiness in their covenant of LOVE.

Moving onto my spiffing collaboration with Mrs Simkins. You see, to complement her scrumptious Lemon and Elderflower Butterfly Cakes, which tastefully mirror the married couple’s glorious wedding cake of lemon and elderflower sponge decorated with Swiss meringue. I sourced an extra special tea created by Fortnum and Mason of London – The Wedding Bouquet Blend – which commemorates the marriage of Miss Windsor’s royal counterparts.

At first glance, this rather appealing blend of tea that looks awfully like “potpourri”; not at all like a wedding “bouquet” as it states on the tin, quite astoundingly smells like a packet of Rowntree’s Polos! And although it comprises of an abundance of ingredients: green jasmine tea, rose petals, blue cornflower petals, that darn peppermint sadly overrides the lot!

Of course, and it goes without saying, I prepared this creative concoction using my prized Brown Betty teapot. I dare say, Brown Betty really enjoyed being part of the gaiety and revelled in the experience of brewing a royal blend in her magnificent trunk! 

Now, I know you’re dying to find out about the taste, and, if Miss Windsor deems it an appropriate choice of tea for “tying the knot”, so to speak! Well, once brewed for approximately 2-3 minutes one poured oneself a generous cup. It looked slightly yellowy/beige in colour, which I thought would work perfectly well with Mrs Simkins’s fluttery Lemon and Elderflower Butterfly Cakes – visually a great match.  

As I gently took a sip I noted how extremely smooth it was delivered, and settled upon one’s refined palate with such ease and grace – one wouldn’t expect anything less from London’s finest, Fortnum and Mason. I was then greeted by an explosion of flavours – it was quite a thrill!

First off, I was mesmerised by the mellow yet tangy taste of the green jasmine tea, which I presumed would be accompanied by a touch of English rose – unfortunately, that didn’t quite occur! Therefore, I do wonder if the addition of rose petals, just like the blue cornflower type were merely for decorative purposes? If so they certainly added charm to an English country garden version of potpourri, or according to Fortnum and Mason – a wedding bouquet.

I must say, for a scanty while my taste buds swarmed with sheer delight, until smack, bang, wallop, I was hit by an intensely refreshing dose of peppermint! Although it was pleasingly vibrant; this particular ingredient was somewhat overwhelming, and with great annoyance lingered in one’s throat – rather like the sensation of “toothpaste”!  

​Darlings, I believe this tea is of an acquired taste, and to be frank, it struggled to get me in the mood for wedding bells. However, saying that, I believe it’s the ultimate tonic to be quaffed before you walk down the aisle in preparation for your wedding kiss, as it will freshen one’s breath and clear one’s nose – the incredible power of dual-action.

I do hope you royally enjoyed my “tea-tastic” review of The Wedding Bouquet Blend Tea!

Miss Windsor x

Mrs Simkins delightful response to my review:

“My dear, I have finally found a moment to try the wedding tea you so kindly sent me. It’s odd, but possibly the other way round from you, although I thought it looked so pretty, I was expecting not to actually like it very much! But I did! In fact I loved it!

As you know, I’m not a great one for herbal and flower teas, but I do quite like mint tea, and one of my favourite teas of all time is Lady Grey blend from Northern Teas, a gorgeous Earl Grey with blue cornflowers. 

Anyway, I brewed the wedding tea in my 2 cup Cornishware blue betty – just the right size, I thought – using 3 heaped teaspoons and boiling water to the top. I waited 3 minutes and poured. I debated using a tea strainer but decided against it, the leaves fall to the bottom anyway leaving the tea clear. I took some fresh dry rose petals and cornflower florets from the jar and floated them on top. I love the way the cornflowers open out in the hot liquid: it’s the same with the Lady Grey blend.

I let it cool for a while and took a sip. My dear, I know exactly what you mean: but I found it mellow and refreshing, I liked the mint tempered with the Green Jasmine and I loved the floating petals. My pot ran to 2½ dainty tea cups and I drank it all!

It’s fascinating isn’t it? How different all our palates are? And how our preconceived expectations as to whether we will like something or not are constantly being challenged!

Really, my dear, if you aren’t keen, send it over to me, I’ll have it! Bless you and thank you again”.

Mrs Simkins X

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Hello, darlings!

First off, apologies for the slight delay in publishing my frightfully spiffing experience about Somerset Day, Bishops Lydeard, Taunton, which took place at the village hall on Saturday 12th May.

“But what the heck is Somerset Day?” I hear you splutter! Well, it’s a DAY that celebrates Somerset as a place to live, work or play. In fact, you’ll be pleased to know that this wonderful event raised money for St Margaret’s Somerset Hospice and Greenway Community Hall – round of applause, please!  

But before we proceed, here’s a little tip: the title of the village is pronounced Bishops “Lid-e-ard” not “Lid-eeerd” – “Oooh aar! oooh aar!” as Farmer Giles is known to trumpet – ta very muchly!

So, during my brief but a most enlightening trip to the land of my heart – dear old Somerset – I stayed at the ye-olde Lethbridge Arms, which is nestled within Bishops Lid-e-ard’s magnificent bosom (Oh, I say!). A truly charming village which is located near the Quantock Hills, and peppered with quaint chocolate-box cottages and rows of terrace abodes – oh, and one mustn’t forget the odd tree, plus a rather impressive church, St. Mary the Virgin. 

You see, Miss Windsor who is a born and bred West-Country lass was invited as a special guest by a darling lady and keen “Yarnbomer” (more about that later) who organised this incredible event that unites the community through charity, craft, creativity and cake – plus a chinwag over a cup of Miles tea! I say this “village treasure” is indeed a pillar of her local community, and on Twitter bestowed herself the suitable title of Kathy Somerset – fancy that! 

As part of the gaiety, I relished the opportunity, and so introduced myself to many of the participants: Val Stones – creator of “edible delectables” and star of 2016 Great British Bake-Off, the gorgeous Angie Langley – author of Jennifer Brown’s Journey and gifted wildlife photographer. 

I also met the delightfully endearing former Mayor of Taunton and director of Apple FM Radio – Cllr Marcia Hill, who interviewed Miss Windsor for the Community Matters show (aired Tuesday 29th May). Oh, and I must divulge that Marcia absolutely adores the colour purple, as one can tell from her dazzling eyes! 

Cllr Marcia Hill​

Darlings, you may still be wondering why it took Miss Windsor so long to publish this piece…….well, along with the usual busy life events, I fear that one may have suffered from a common ailment of “memory lapse”!

Therefore, I must admit, on Bank Holiday Monday (just gone) I decided to take a sunlit jaunt to the supermarket, by foot, may I add, and as I proceeded along my merry way, I found myself drawn to my neighbour’s garden. My goodness, the alluring aroma of rose spun me into a frenzy, and so took a sniff or two of their bountiful bush.  

After two or three deep inhalations it suddenly dawned on me that approximately two weeks before I was in Somerset taking a leisurely walk through Bishops Lid-e-ard! And there I was, admiring the vibrantly coloured bunting and floral decorations that I easily mistook for the real thing – you know, an English rose, a poppy, or even a daisy! In fact, such exquisite designs were hand-knitted by the extremely talented local Yarnbomb group – star member Kathy Somerset.

​You see, I was caught up in a bit of a “Hansel and Gretel” moment, without the pebbles or bread of course; as I joyfully followed the knitted flowers and bunting that adorned the cottage gardens and main street. I say, with their aid I was ushered all the way to Daisy’s Tearooms for a spot of afternoon tea (How thrilling!).  

Darlings, during my visit to Daisy’s, I devoured a homemade scone or two and indulged in a good old proper brew – served in an English bone china cup n’ saucer, of course! I say it was such a pleasurable experience, as I became well acquainted with the marvellous Melinda – proprietor and first-class baker. 

And I also met patisserie extraordinaire – the lovely Lorraine – who made my day with a luxurious cupcake bouquet – what more could a girl want!

Now, let’s return our focus to Bishops Lid-e-ard’s village hall. It was crammed to the rafters with all sorts of stalls – Caroline Pearse of Exmoor Fudge Kitchen kindly offered me a sample of her melt-in-the-mouth Blackcurrant & Vanilla Fudge – the experience was like “angels dancing on my tongue”! 

I also stumbled across Slip Stitch – handmade by Cilla! A delightful soul who cared to show me her miscellaneous “knits” and tea cosie creations – just perfect for my Brown Betty teapots. Oh, and what about Susie Watts of So Very Vintage – the queen of shabby chic and vintage handmade gifts – who has a talent for decorating Marmite and Bovril jars!

Now darlings, it’s customary for most village hall events to be accompanied by a traditional tearoom, that usually serves weak and unpalatable tea in those faded green crockery vessels – you know “Beryl by Wood’s Ware” – the type one would find in their grannie’s pantry (Oh I say!).

Thank goodness for Miles Tea & Coffee of Porlock who supplied bags upon bags of West-Country Original Blend Tea – to be quaffed from their very own paper cups.

Also, the very generous Val Stones provided a delicious pageantry of edible delectables – scones, tea cake (made with Miles Earl Grey Tea) and apple cake (made with Thatchers Gold Cider).

Darlings, I’m sure you’re aware that a village hall event is definitely missing that spark without the excitement of a raffle! Well, this raffle was a raffle of all raffles – if you know what I mean? The table was bursting with prizes – alcoholic beverages, handmade goods, even Miles Tea & Coffee donated a basket of goodies, plus a cupcake bouquet from Lorraine’s Bakehouse, and a signed cookery book from TV chef, Phil Vickery. I say you’ll be pleased to know that the raffle raised a grand total of £328 (How spiffing!).

Miss Windsor must retire now to her soft and velvety chaise lounge, accompanied by a large tumbler of Thatchers Gold Cider – Oooh aar, Oooh aar! But before I pop off, I would like to congratulate Kathy Somerset for her unfettered efforts and dedication to “everything Somerset” – I hereby shower Kathy with a profusion of accolades.

Also, let’s raise a glass of cider to all those who helped and participated in another successful Somerset Day at Bishop Lid-e-ard – roll on year five! 

Please tune into my delightful interview with Cllr Marcia Hill – Apple FM Radio. 

Darlings, OUT SOON – my interview with Val Stones – star of 2016 Great British Bake-Off!

Cheerio for now,

Miss Windsor x

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Hello, darlings!

Before I saturate your taste-buds with my “tea-tastic” review about Miles Berry Berry Loose Leaf Tea – merchants of the finest tea and coffee from the West-Country since 1888 – I’m going to share some riveting details about my first ever British National Tea Day.

I dare say, it was a real blast! In fact, it was a bit of a joint celebration as our darling sovereign – Queen Elizabeth II turned 92 years old – GOD SAVE THE QUEEN! 

You may be privy to the fact, that the Queen has been sipping tea from a bone china cup and saucer, of the “priceless” variety, of course, for decades upon decades – but one wonders what brand of tea does one favour? If you have an inkling of a clue, please do let me know – much obliged! ​

Okey dokey, what a glorious day I encountered for quaffing tea on National British Tea Day! Parrot blue sky; and not a speck of cloud to be seen. I say it was an utter joy to perch my royal derriere upon my rusty iron garden chair, whilst I absorbed the unusually warm Mediterranean climate – it was fantabulous!

And there I remained until the sun gradually receded, supping on Miles West-Country Original Blend Tea – loose leaf, of course! Admittedly, Miss Windsor was “high as a kite” by the time day was nigh – only from a profusion of “caffeine”, may I add.

​Darlings, following my National Tea Day escapades, I felt rather smitten by the extraordinary wave of “summertide” weather. So, naturally, I was eager to try the summery blend of Miles Berry Berry Loose Leaf Tea – which must be prepared following the correct method Miss Windsor presumes you’re ALL accustomed to.

Therefore, as per Miss Windsor’s advice, please use an earthenware vessel – namely a Brown Betty teapot – made in England, of course! Oh, and don’t forget to keep her trunk warm with a well-insulated tea cosie.

Funnily enough, Miles Berry Berry Loose Leaf Tea, as quoted on the back of the packet, is a “fabulously fruity infusion” – surprisingly, the tea only comprises of rosehip and hibiscus mix! Nevertheless, this exquisite concoction, albeit less fruity than one first thought, actually reminded Miss Windsor of an entirely different smell and taste sensation.

I say, as I slowly opened the packet, my entire being fluttered with sheer delight. I was greeted by a nostalgic aroma from my childhood – strawberries, redcurrants, tayberries, and raspberries joyfully aroused my senses! In fact, just one heavenly sniff and my mind was instantaneously catapulted to one of my favourite pastimes – the “pick your own” fruit fields in Tickenham, North Somerset, which I visited every year with Grandmother Josie.  ​​

I recall blazing hot summer days; not a cloud in the sky but just row upon row of vibrantly coloured summer berries. And following my grandmother’s precise instruction, little me would pick as many strawberries as possible, and if I did a grand job she would excitedly trumpet, “Jolly good show my girl, jolly good show!”

Of course, when her back was turned I managed to gobble up a few sneaky strawberries, but the evidence stained: all over my face, fingers, and attire – poor little Miss Windsor never got away with a thing under Josie’s watch! Yet, despite my rather fruity shortcomings, I always managed to pick a plentiful amount so Grandmother Josie could fulfil her yearly “tart” baking quota. 

Let’s say goodbye to memory lane, and return our focus to Miles Berry Berry Loose Leaf Tea. This rather alluring beverage, when observed in a teacup under the hot shimmering sun, gleamed rich tones of crimson, prune, and plum, and at first glance reminded me of blackcurrant flavoured “Lemsip” (Well, I never!).

In a ladylike manner, I gulped down, oh pardon me darlings; I meant to say I engaged to swallow each mouthful with oodles of glee, in order for my palate to absorb the smooth and invigorating properties of the velvet-textured tea! I must remark, at first, I was walloped by the ripe and juicy mix of summer berries with a pinch of cranberry, followed by the slightest hint of caramel – extraordinary! considering the tea only includes rosehip and hibiscus.  ​

Darlings, I was so enamoured with Miles Berry Berry Loose Leaf Tea, that together with Somerset’s best, Newton House Gin, I created a new cocktail recipe – Mr Miles Gin Berry Cocktail.

You see, Newton House Gin is a new type of London Dry Gin and is the brainchild of Robin and Jane Cannon – created in South Somerset, Newton Surmaville, Yeovil. It favours twelve botanicals such as peaches, blueberries, orange peel and grapefruit – all perfectly complement the delightful flavours of Miles Berry Berry Loose Leaf Tea.  

You’ll be pleased to know, Robin and Jane are extremely gung-ho at keeping their product as British as possible – Hear, hear! And although I’m all for patriotism and “all things” Somerset; I’m also frightfully fond of this gin because my great-great-grandfather Henry James was also lovingly “created” in Yeovil (How fascinating!).

Darlings, if you fancy a crack at new recipe, please CLICK the LINK: MR MILES GIN BERRY COCKTAIL! 

Miss Windsor x

ALL PHOTOGRAPHY BY MISS WINDSOR – EXCEPT FOR THE PHOTO OF MY GREAT GREAT GRANDFATHER, WHICH WAS TAKEN BY ‘BERT PITTS’ FROM CLEVEDON. 

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