Prince William and Kate Middleton will be married today at Westminster Abbey. I wasn’t invited to the wedding. But I was invited to my neighbor’s house for tea, and to watch the grand event on the telly. The English don’t have a word for pot luck, but that’s essentially what it will be. I was asked to bring something British. All week I’ve been puzzling over what to make. Victoria Sponge? Bakewell Tarts? My experiments with Eaton Mess and Summer Pudding were less than satisfactory, and I’m frankly afraid to try Banoffee Pie or Spotted Dick. I’ve got a lovely trifle bowl. I could whip up a nice English Trifle. For a while I’d settled on little cupcakes wearing red, white and blue Union Jack papers. But one of my neighbors said, “Cupcakes? They’re rather more American, aren’t they?” Maybe I should have called them fairy cakes.
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