Today was supposed to be a quiet day to recoop and relax. I guess it's been quieter, but not exactly quiet.
Slow start to the day, woke up late, chilled on my laptop. We were planning on going to see a replica of the Terracotta Warriors (yes, the China ones) in Dorchester, mostly for my Bo Poh (my grandma's sister). I didn't really understand why we were going to see something so culturally random for England, but they'd actually waiting for me to come from Australia before doing all these sights, so I felt really bad questioning why we were going.
My aunty drove, and Bo Poh, my cousins and I piled into the car.
Long story short, when we got there Aunty Kok Lee decided that she and Bo Poh would go check it out, then tell us if it was anything worth seeing.
In the end we ended up in a little restaurant/cafe called Napper's Mite, where I tried warmed Dorset apple cake with clotted cream, on Misha's recommendation.
Slow start to the day, woke up late, chilled on my laptop. We were planning on going to see a replica of the Terracotta Warriors (yes, the China ones) in Dorchester, mostly for my Bo Poh (my grandma's sister). I didn't really understand why we were going to see something so culturally random for England, but they'd actually waiting for me to come from Australia before doing all these sights, so I felt really bad questioning why we were going.
My aunty drove, and Bo Poh, my cousins and I piled into the car.
Long story short, when we got there Aunty Kok Lee decided that she and Bo Poh would go check it out, then tell us if it was anything worth seeing.
In the end we ended up in a little restaurant/cafe called Napper's Mite, where I tried warmed Dorset apple cake with clotted cream, on Misha's recommendation.
It was the best best cake I've had in a long long while. It was really crumbly, but it was moist and melted in your mouth. Mmmm salivating just thinking about it again. (Rach you would be so jealous. We can try and see if I can find a recipe)
Clotted cream was an interesting experience. It's cream, obviously, but it's thick and liquidy, almost stringy. And of course you could just taste the heart attack knocking on your door.
Mmm Dorset apple cake...
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