happening on the balcony of Buckingham Palace because he was across the way touring Westminster Abbey. @KensingtonRoyal (official Twitter feed of Kensington Palace, a.k.a. Will & Kate & Co.) called it "the Trooping of the Colours," whatever the heck that is, but I called it a bonafide Baby Prince George Sighting Opportunity squandered!
When I expressed my grief, the hub did venture over to Kensington Palace for the tour, but, as you know if you've ever toured our White House, touring the place does not include hanging out with the residents. There was a Royal Bathroom Sighting, however, where perhaps some royal bums have sat:
|Just hope your crown doesn't tumble into the toilet|
|They might want to rename it "The Harry Potter Shop Not Exactly at Platform 9-3/4"|
|Ye olde photo opp|
|A little cheese and meat|
|For your bread|
|Or how about a LOT of cheese?|
|And a LOT of meat!|
If, like Brits of Queen Elizabeth I's time, you mistrust anything Spanish, there were homegrown meat offerings:
Or, heck--maybe you just wanted someone else to prepare the food for you:
If you do happen to be heading to London this summer, my hub seriously recommends the Salted Caramel Brownie from Bad Brownie. I'd include a picture, but he snarfed the whole thing down without taking one. Oh, wait--here's one from their site:
|Mad, bad, and dangerous to know|
Fortunately, the UK doesn't have all the awesomest farmers and vendors. I was at our Saturday Market, crunched for time and needing to pick up a birthday present for a 14-year-old boy. Hmm...fresh lettuce? Nah. Hop salt? Maybe when he's older.
|Hop salt! One purchaser said she was going to sprinkle it on steak!|
Sure enough, the next day, my son's friend volunteered the info that the food was "really good"! And, since we all know, food is a moment on the lips and a lifetime on the hips, so it really was a gift that will keep on giving.