Yesterday we went to the CLA Game Fair. This was an exceptionally well organised temple to country sports. As well as all ones huntin', shootin' and fishin' requisites, one could easily fit out one's stately home with the carpets, furniture and objet d'art on display. For a middle class girl like me, it was all about the dogs (so many beautiful friendly doggles to talk to) and the food (watched an excellent demonstration of butchering a haunch of venison). We think we've found our new coffee table - solid oak and cheaper than IKEA - and Paul bought a bunch of fishing flies and a spare spool (woohoo - be still my beating heart).
But then, I spotted it. A sign saying "Rose Cottage Fresh Pork Scratchings". A bag for £1.50, which is pretty darn pricey really.
But the lad behind the counter was the very lad whose picture appears on the package, and a packet of salty bar snacks to take home seemed just what the doctor ordered. And I have to tell you, these were the best pork scratchings of my career to date.
They were intensely porky, crisp without being gum-rippingly hard and seasoned to enhance the thirst but not to completely overwhelm the flavour. And none of the pieces that I had were in the slightest bit hairy.
The website mentioned in the Game Fair programme seems to be kaput, but these scratchings seem to come from Driffield in North Humberside. I will send them an email to see if there is a retail outlet accessible to me. Otherwise I shall have to wait until next year's game fair and buy in bulk.