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All this talk of crumpety goodness piqued my curiousity. So I went out and bought myself a pack of crumpets on Friday. Yesterday morning, I ate the last crumpet. Crumpetless and bereft, I ventured back to the store to get my next fix. Oh woe! Alas, there were no more crumpets to be had. There was an entire aisle devoted to various bagels, a small section allocated to english muffins, and there was not a packet of crumpets in sight! To make matters worse, yesterday was Easter Sunday, so the store was operating on skelton staff, with only cashiers being employed. Thus, I couldn't ask anyone to nip off to the back and get me some crumpets. I was particularly peeved as that I had gone to the store for the sole purpose of purchasing more crumpets.
On a side note, I prefer crumpets slathered with butter and marmalade, or butter and honey, and even butter and strawberry jam will do in a pinch. But crumpets with butter and peach preserves is just wrong. There's something about peach preserves that offsets the buttery crumpety taste. |
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