In classic English detective fiction, one of the dangers of being a maid in a house where a murder has been committed is the introduction of the constable to the scene. The constables are most decidedly charming to the maids and inevitably end up being invited to the kitchen for a cup of tea and cakes.
My favorite example of constabulatory charm exists in the form of Sergeant Wiggins, who more than once has pried apt and dreadful facts from the housekeeper or maid over tea and cakes in the kitchen. Wiggins is assisted in his charm to the women in the kitchen by the fact that he is a dreadful hypochondriac. It is well known that, at least in fiction, male hypochondriacs somehow ooze sex appeal.
But Wiggins has helped solve the case for Richard Jury more than once, so I believe he deserves his tea, cakes, and kitchen romances.
If you find a constable entering your kitchen, you may want to have cakes ready for him yourself. I can’t think of a better place to send you for recipes than Baking for Britain. Get your egg beaters ready, the oven warmed and a few of the guvnor’s smokes off to the side and you are set! Cheers!
To Miss Blanchard from ‘A Secret Admirer’. At least at the Seminary one can eat chocolate!
This week’s posts will not be all Valentines. So let this be the one. I send all of you in seminaries (or not) thoughts of many delicious chocolates – I’m not certain what varieties our postcard girl has in her heart-shaped gifted box, but they do look lovely, and of course chocolates are the food for this day!
One does wonder what happened to Miss A.E. Blanchard, seminarian . . . . could it be?
This postcard reminds me of ‘Charlie and the Chocolate Factory’. It looks like Johnny had a bit too much cake.
I’ve had enough weltschmerz, this week. That’s not to say I won’t ever want it again. One never knows. But like Johnny, all I have to say at the moment is ‘please don’t bend me’.
Next week as Valentines Day approaches I’ll have to post a different sort of postcard. Maybe tell a story, even.
