The town of Mousehole. A quintessential Cornish village. |
Palms I spied growing on a hillside near Penzance. |
A recipe book I purchases in St. Ives. |
Cornishmen are a tough breed, weathered by their remoteness and defined by their fishing and mining culture. Their accent is incredibly distinct (almost bizarre) and their work ethic and traditions are staunchly set. Thoroughly loyal to the Crown even today, Cornishmen are proud of their distinctive celtic roots and language. My father's family hails from a Cornish town on the Tamar called St. Colomb Major. It was a moving experience to see the tombstones of my great great grandparents and other distant relatives in one of the church yards I visited. During my travels up and down the Cornish coasts I've discovered such things as Cornish Pasty, Mutton and Turnip Pie, Marinated Pilchards (a pilchard, you say?), and rich Saffron Cake, among other common dishes. The food in Cornwall isn't complicated, over seasoned, or even that astounding. But its all good and filling and sticks to your ribs. Butter, flour, lard and fish. These are the staples. The English get a bad wrap for their food, but a holiday to Cornwall will set the record straight. After all, who can go wrong with, say, a dinner of Baked Herrings smothered in crab devil sauce and a dessert of "Railway Pudding" and Cornish clotted cream?
Cornish Bacon and Egg Pie, with fingerling potatoes. |
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