For Queen & farmer cry St George

The advent of British vegetables & livestock roaming cocksure throughout the countryside on St George's Day looks all the more plausible. Unfortunately their exotic cousins remain idle, contemplating whether they had just missed the last dance.

In the meantime, produce foreign to our season will remain boxed piled high sitting calmly under the midday sun and lusting after the cool air conditioned light of a smart English supermarket. I am afraid we’ll have to wait a little longer for those early season strawberries from Israel.

The Dunkirk spirit is now in residence with HMS Albion on its way through Continental Europe splashing Britannia through the waves, armed to the gunnels with bread and butter; determined to pull on board any remaining fragments of sovereign limb with or without bicycle.

The interesting question remains, will we truly enjoy St George's Day without our prized foreign ingredients on tap or can we appreciate our very own produce while dancing round the Maypole?

We are running throughout April a St George's Day menu championing English produce at its best

 Andrei