The Tea Paradox
There are two types of tea. Fine Tea and Emergency Tea. They are both equal in merit, but very different in quality and execution. They are both, I think, of vital importance to this country and its ongoing quest to rule the universe or something from out here in the North Sea. They are both very important to the Jabberwocky, but we have to make a choice one way or the other. Except we can sort of have it both ways. Fundamentally it is important to grasp, should you come from a non-tea-drinking-country, that tea is important. Once upon a time we were knocking up a brew, way back at Alcester Food Festival, and were asked if we had tea. It’s not on the menu, but we had been caught red-handed, so conceded that we did have tea and served them two cups at 50p...
Everything Looks Better on a Cake Stand
I am beginning to come to the conclusion that everything looks better on a cake stand. I’ll leave you to contemplate that while I explain what led me to this profound realisation. Eagle-eyed readers, or more likely those in possession of pictures that did not have to be resized for the interweb, will have noticed that at Alcester Food Festival the Beast had a stack of boxes piled on one side of the serving hatch. We had decided to put our wares on show, so that the good folk of Alcester could actually see a profiterole before buying one. Also because we serve food which in some circles is probably referred to as “weird” and hard to picture, although I would prefer “mind-bogglingly delicious”. At any rate it seemed to improve both...
The Alcester Food Festival and The Compliment
The Wocky visited Alcester food festival last weekend, and had a lovely time. Not only were the organisers very nice, which we like, but the Alcesterians were delightful and said lots of kind things about the Jabberwocky. First compliment of the day was “I love your van”, which was then repeated over and over by a variety of people. Luckily I could never get sick of hearing it, and just got more and more happy each time. I should add that the Beast was looking terrific that day, resplendent in green with a brand new addition: The wrought iron flower display. I had always pictured the Jabberwocky as being Victorian some how – early conceptual plans for food were based around street food from that era until we discovered it was, almost universally,...
The Small Business Holiday
We have spent the last two weeks in Cuba celebrating the fortuitous timing of two people, a registry office, some of our very dearest friends and an enormous amount of cheese. Having arranged for all the above to be in the right place at the right time we felt that a holiday was well deserved, what with it being quite traditional, and had treated ourselves to 2 weeks in Cuba, a country that hangs on the edge of change, waiting for things to never be the same again. The resolve was to leave everything Jabberwocky and day-jobby behind, and to do something that involved sun, cocktails and laughable attempts at speaking Spanish. In essence that is what we did, setting the out of office response, wishing the Beast a happy few weeks and leaving what was left of...
Rain
What with the country currently officially having a drought it seems odd that the subject of rain should be on my mind at all, but thankfully the farmers can rejoice, because at least here in Leamington Spa, it’s raining. No only that, it is raining with the grim, forecast persistence that suggests it will be damned if it stops before the weekend and doubly damned if it misses my wedding. Luckily I’m reassured that everything will be just fine. Juuuust fine. It’s probably my frame of mind, but it puts me in mind a group of people inspecting a dent on a car or the partially functioning breaks on a roller coaster. I had considered trying to keep away from the subject of the impending nuptials and let the wocky be a little island of calm in a stormy...
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