Peak Ponderings (3), or, An Ode to the Bakewell Tart
- Katie de Bourcier
- Oct 28, 2020
- 1 min read
This is a rather more light-hearted Peak Pondering. On that outing with my parents a few weeks ago, at our cafe stop my mum ordered Bakewell cake. I can’t remember what I ordered, but I do remember that I wish I had had the Bakewell cake! Nice mum that she is, she let me have a bit of hers, of course (happily it was gluten-free so I could indulge).
And a while later that took my thoughts in a slightly silly direction...
O district of the mighty Peaks, O home of Bakewell Tart:
What wondrous things thou giv’st to us, how generous thou art!
A pastry case so crisp and thin, a bright red jammy layer;
Rich frangipane to fill it up, sweet almonds in the air.
O district of the mighty Peaks, O home of Bakewell Tart:
What wondrous things thou giv’st to us, how generous thou art!
But once the tart a pudding was; we ring the changes sweet
From pud to tart to cake to slice, with ice and cherry complete.
O district of the mighty Peaks, O home of Bakewell Tart:
What wondrous things thou giv’st to us, how generous thou art!
What final touch to pour upon this culinary delight?
Some cream, Madame? Fresh custard, Sir? O, what a tempting sight!
O district of the mighty Peaks, O home of Bakewell Tart:
What wondrous things thou giv’st to us, how generous thou art!
Now at last we raise our spoons to delve into this treat,
This rich deliciousness of pud: we taste, we chew, we eat.
O district of the mighty Peaks, O home of Bakewell Tart:
What wondrous things thou giv’st to us, how generous thou art!
(Photo courtesy of Visit Peak District)
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