Every year there is a reception at the British Embassy in Washington DC in June where the most luscious strawberries are served with clotted cream flown over from the Cotswolds. To be invited is a wonderful thing and if you are particularly audacious, you crash the event. I have indeed gone there and I can say that there is little which is sweeter or more to savour than to allow one of those fine fine berries fairly melt away on your tongue with the cream of the Gods attending, and washing it all down with good champagne whilst chatting up a good looking Englishman (or Welshman, or Scot, or Irishman). If you can't manage with your busy schedule, grab a bottle of The Queen's Strawberries and at least revel in the smell of it all.
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