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Now, I truly, madly, deeply love a cream tea. I dream of them, I seek them out wherever I go, I champion them … I obsess. But even through my clotted cream coloured glasses I know in my heart that there is a cream tea conspiracy.

Just think about what a cream tea contains. Scones – flour, butter, sugar, eggs, processed fruit if you are lucky… Combine this with the high sugar content in jam.. and then you have the clotted cream – I just looked at the typical nutritional value of a tub of clotted cream and it is 97% fat, 3% carbs… essentially no nutritional value whatsoever. Clotted cream = heart attack. That is the only sensible conclusion I can draw from this. And as you eat your scones you wash it down with tea, the least you could do is drink skimmed milk and avoid sugar but no, we all take it that little bit too far don’t we, pouring thick whole fat milk into our tea so it goes all creamy and pale. What gluttony.

A cream tea is high fat, high calorie, low nutritional food and yet we see it as something dignified, indulgent yes, but not frowned down upon. It is a high class food pursuit. Yet if you caught me unwrapping a large donner kebab with garlic sauce and onions you would wrinkle your nose and lecture me upon the calories.

Lets get some perspective here, clotted cream is 97% fat!! It’s packing more calories than a Sara Lee gateaux, Iceland’s frozen food aisle and a Dominoes Meat Feast pizza combined (okay that’s a lie) but why, if you witnessed me leaving said pizza establishment, would you raise an eyebrow and scold me ‘Oh..Sarah you pig’ and I would feel shame wash over me. Yet when you see me trowling clotted cream into my gob you wink conspiratorially ‘Oh… Sarah how dignified, how delightful, how civilised!’ It’s madness! It is class war.

Cream teas are my little partners in crime, my conspirator against all those super healthy eaters out there. I like to think I eat well, it is certainly perceived by others that I am a healthy eater, so when I wish to indulge I go for the cream tea. Admitting I ate a gingsters pasty followed by a kit kat chunky would evoke disgust in my colleagues and I would become a social pariah. I know this … so I hide behind the glamour of the cream tea. Long live the conspiracy and long live my greed.

To read more about my Cream Tea Love Affair, head here http://thecreamteadiaries.blogspot.co.uk/ or feel free to follow me on Twitter!


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