crumpets

Long time ago, when I still lived in Paris, somebody brough crumpets to my work and all the English in that place went completely crazy.

CRUUUMPETS!!!

As these flat, white, bready looking things were guarded like the world’s rarest treasure I never got to taste one. Untill yesterday.

Last night my flatmate came home from training with a bag full of groceries. She too had heard about crumpets but had never had one. Low on sugar she had spotted the so called delicasy at the store and bought a packet.

So we decided to try them.

She place two crumpets on the grill to toast. We waited and waited. Finally they had gathered some golden shimmer to them and we decided they must be ready.

Butter. Apparently butter is a must on crumpets. So we dutifully spreaded butter over the surface of the bready thing and watched it melt into the hot dough.

Total silence.

Crunch.

Hmmm.

We looked at each other and started laughing.

Neither of us could really understand what was the earth shaking, mindblowing thing about crumpets. They were ok. Nice even. But hardly anything special and definitely not a delicasy worth writing home about.

I suppose crumpets will be place into the pile of things I will never ever be able to understand about the English.