The Brits may opt to avoid salt, but there is no lack of fat in the food supply here.
In our first six weeks in England, I can safely say we’ve never been outside walking distance of a fish and chip shop. They will supply you with half of a fish, battered and fried to a crisp on the outside, steamy and flaky on the inside, accompanied by a pile of fries that could easily soak a hundred napkins. Except they don’t give you any napkins, just the brown paper it’s all bundled up in and a tiny three pronged plastic fork to eat it with. I suspect they are either trying to save trees or avoid the evidence. In either case, I’m all too happy to keep working on mastering the miniature utensils as the alternative is to lick your fingers to no avail, and it is well worth the effort.
There is also the endless array of sausages I can’t seem to stop “taste testing”. You can buy them all wrapped up in flaky pastry from bakeries or on the sausage aisle in the stores. The basic types are pork or beef, of course, but there are special varieties like Lincolnshire and Cumberland, and the brands are endless. Just for fun I checked my online grocery shop (they will deliver just about anything here) and there were 80 different sausage products available. Whew! (In fact, dinner tonight was a couple of sausages and a criossant. It’s impossible to pass up when those savory links just melt in your mouth and the tastiest all-butter criossants come in 4 packs for a pound, about a buck fifty. Now I know why my sister’s cholesterol was off the charts after living abroad for years!)
There is, however, one thing that could quite possibly be responsible for an entire dress size increase in itself–the dreamy dairy product called “double cream”. It is absolutely to die for. It’s a little like whipped cream, but it’s dense, like…well, possibly an extremely smooth cheesecake or creme brulee can come close to this blanket of goodness for your mouth, but it’s truly in a class all its own. Plus, there’s not all that hard work involved with those delicacies. You just spoon it out of the container, pause in awe as it melts on your scone, and then enjoy every last bite.