If you haven’t received one of the 600 “Royal” invitations, you probably were not invited to Prince Harry’s and Meghan Markle’s wedding. I too failed to receive an invitation, but Lord Cheseline of Maiden Lot Farm invited us to celebrate the wedding at his palatial estate along the banks of the Chester River in Maryland.
A complete English breakfast will be served at Maiden Lot Farm as we watch the events unfold at St. George’s Chapel at Windsor Castle. Ladies in attendance will wear their best frocks and we all stand to sing “God Save the Queen.” I don’t know about you, but I often tear-up at Royal Weddings.
For those who follow the Royal Family seriously, April 29th is a special day: The Wedding of Prince William and Catherine (“Kate”) Middleton. I don’t know about you, but I will be up at 4 a.m. (New York time) watching the ceremonies live. I haven’t been this excited since Prince Charles and Lady Diana got married in 1981. Prince Charles’ wedding to Lady Camilla in 2005 didn’t pack the same punch. Unfortunately, seeing a ceremony of old people getting married for a second time seems a bit ludicrous even for a Royal Family, much less THE Royal Family.
Whenever I think of England, I get hungry. It’s not because I haven’t had a good meal in the UK; – the Standard Indian restaurant in Westbourne Grove (London) is one of my favorites – it’s that thinking of London triggers Pavlovian hunger pains after watching Breakfast at Wimbledon with Sheila for so many years.
There is nothing like sitting down in front of the Boob Tube with a cup of tea and listening to the late Budd Collins ruminate about tennis and chuckle quietly at John McEnroe’s misogynistic comments about women’s tennis. With the exception of BBC2’s brilliant coverage of English Sheepdog Herding, the Wimbledon Men’s Final is simply the finest sporting event on TV.
While strawberries and cream and the occasional Pimm’s cup are suitable for Wimbledon, a proper English breakfast is required to fully indulge oneself in the pomp and circumstance of a Royal Wedding. (Note: For those Gourmay readers who wear a calorie-counting watch, nutritionists and vegans, I suggest that you read no further as the following meal has not been officially rated by the PC police. It contains scenes of gratuitous fat, offal meat selections and enough grease to oil the hand of most any politician in DC. Reader discretion is advised.
The Proper English Breakfast for Royal Occasions
A proper English breakfast consists of two fried eggs, a couple of bangers (sausage), black pudding (blood sausage), roasted tomatoes, baked beans (preferably warmed in the can and not drained), sauteed mushrooms and toasted bread covered in suet. Personally, I prefer to lead off with kippers and perhaps a scone or two covered in double clotted cream from Devonshire (yummy!). No less than authority as The Sunday Times suggests that a “proper” English Breakfast may have as many as 3,000 calories and argues quite persuasively that unless you can work those calories off by noon, the English Breakfast will kill you. Discretion and the sensibilities of our readers prevent me from rendering a picture of the traditional English breakfast on Gourmay. Nevertheless, for those who wish to indulge themselves, I provide this link to a proper English breakfast.
At my age, I can no longer stomach a large breakfast and, as such, the English Breakfast is a tradition that will be missed as I watch the Royal Wedding with my muesli and skim milk. Nevertheless, in the great tradition of Upstairs Downstairs, we will rise with fellow Englishmen and women around the globe and cross our heart as we sing God Save the Queen. Pure theater. Even Lady Gaga can’t match the spectacle.
Enjoy the festivities.