A Fortnight Ago…

Sat. July 5-Chipping Campden 018…we enjoyed re-discovering Chipping Campden in the Cotswolds. We shopped at the butcher’s, the green grocers, and a few specialty shops along the main road through town. We bought sausages, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, butter, bread, and Cotswold cheese to take back to Fox Cottage.

Sat. July 5-Chipping Campden 026We found some gifts to bring home for our girls.

Sat. July 5-Chipping Campden 025We enjoyed the beautiful architecture of the churches in this town. When we got hungry and thirsty we stopped in at…

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P1050426Pubs have come a long way in England and they are very family friendly and have some good selection of food. Some of course are better than others and we happened to find some very good ones where the wait staff was great and the food was exceptional.

Sat. July 5-Chipping Campden 013On this day the Eight Bells had sardines on the menu as a main course or appetizer. Since we’ve never, that we can remember, seen sardines on a menu we decided to try the appetizer. They were quite good with a lovely sauce.

Sat. July 5-Chipping Campden 016This was my proper pie with all the trimmings.  The description from the menu: Chicken, Ham and asparagus short-crust pastry pie (with top and bottom), white wine sauce, new potatoes and peas. It was delicious. We had a fun conversation with our waitress on “proper pie”. She was appalled when she ordered pie at another establishment and it came to her with no upper or lower crust but just a round piece of pastry propped up along one side of the filling. It was cute when she exclaimed “how can they call that pie?!”

Sat. July 5-Chipping Campden 015We also had many of my questions answered by one of the bartenders at Eight Bells. We discussed what was going on at the World Cup in Brazil and talked about futbol in general. Many pubs feature a good selection of beer made at local breweries. After eating and quenching our thirst we were brave enough to venture out on the narrow lanes again.

From Chipping Campden we made our way to Snowshill and I will devote a whole post about that quaint little village.

 

 

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10 thoughts on “A Fortnight Ago…

  1. I have enjoyed your photos of England so much, and the marvelous information.

    Cheers!

    p.s. I’ve been traveling myself — did I miss your final thoughts on the World Cup? Am I correct that you were cheering for Argentina? Since I’ve been living in Munich for all of 4 months, naturally I had to cheer for the “home” country. I enjoyed the final very much, obviously 🙂

    • Susan, I was fine with the result because Germany played such a good World Cup. That goal by the youngster was an amazing goal. When I’m not invested in either team I sometimes will root for the underdog…
      Germany deserved the title.

      • I do the same, cheer for the underdog … you’re right about that goal. We were visiting our former “home” Zurich, the night of the final match. I can just imagine how my neighbors (heck, the whole town!) Errupted when he scored!! 🙂 Thanks Ellen

  2. Those pies do look yummo. I have never thought to make a white sauce for say a chicken pie. What did you think? Did it take it over the top? Snowshill sounds like a perfect little town or home. Maybe I’ll change Haven’s name. =D

    • Vee the sauce was delicious and balanced out the filling well. I’m going to have to try to duplicate it, I’m sure there was plenty of butter in the sauce! 🙂

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