Introducing the York Biscuit

York Biscuit

Most of the students within our Study Abroad program are in Paris right now. Two students, my mother being one of them, chose not to go to Paris, and it was my duty to stay behind and lead them on an excursion somewhere in the UK instead. So today the three of us went to York. We had a blast, and some of the sillier travel flubs that my mother and I made will likely wind up as funny stories for #ds106radio in a while.

We spent most of the day wandering around York’s city center and enjoying ourselves. When we got back to Nottingham my mom made up this dessert, pictured above, from ingredients obtained while exploring York, and she decided to call it a York Biscuit. Here is how to make one:

Go to York. Walk up the Shambles to the Little Shambles Tea Room, have an English breakfast for lunch, and then go out into the open air market near the butcher shop and buy some locally grown fresh strawberries and some clotted cream. Tip the purple man so he will move. Have Constantine direct you to York Minster and have a look around inside. Note the health benefits of bile beans. Take a walk on a fortress wall. Enjoy afternoon tea at Betty’s, and buy Chocolate Orange Crisps on your way out. Take all purchased food home with you.

Once home, top a Chocolate Orange Crisp with a generous portion of clotted cream, then top with strawberries, and you have a York Biscuit.

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2 Responses to Introducing the York Biscuit

  1. Shayna Moreland says:

    How nice! Sounds like a fun experience too! This is kind of ironic, because my aunt owns (and I work at) a tearoom here in Fredericksburg, and one of the customers was just asking me today what the difference was between devonshire cream and clotted cream. This York Biscuit looks delicious, by the way.

    • cherylcolan says:

      It really is delicious. Those strawberries were crazily juicy, perfectly ripe. I don’t think we ever get fully ripened strawberries in Phoenix unless we somehow keep the birds away while growing them ourselves.

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