Tennis anyone?

The epic men's final match of Wimbledon 2009 was the longest in history concluding with Roger Federer pulling out a tough win over Andy Roddick. Final scores:

Federer: 5 7 7 3 16
Roddick: 7 6 6 6 14

I won't attempt to do a recap of the match - do I look like a journalist to you? I didn't think so - but needless to say, it was riveting and astounding to see these two athletes compete, especially as Andy Roddick pushed Roger Federer all the way to the end, not making it easy for him to finally win after 4 and a half hours. While it was the longest men's final match, it apparently it did not best Gonzales and Pasarell's first-round Wimbledon match in 1969 before the advent of the tie-breaker, which lasted 5 hours and 12 minutes.

I didn't mind it so much as it gave me an opportunity to indulge in some British culinary traditions: a glass of Pimm's and naturally strawberries and cream. I'd share with you a recipe for strawberries and cream, but really it is quite self-explanatory.

After Federer graced the court to accept the cup, we headed back to Covent Garden and stopped by West Cornwall Pasty's for three different Cornish pasties: traditional beef and onion pasty, one with vegetables and beef marinated in ale, and a mushroom and chicken pasty.


The Cornish pasty is associated with Cornwall and was traditionally made for miners who were unable to return to the surface to eat lunch. It is a pastry filled with beef, carrots, turnip, and onion and it is simply delicious. Wives would sometimes fill part of the pastry with dessert and would distinguish the pasty from others by inscribing with dough the initials of their husbands.

When I return home, I will post a fantastic recipe that I've made in the past for your enjoyment. Stay tuned! Until then, revel in Federer's triumph!


Punchlines
I find it peculiar that there is a preponderance of small deaf signers at the bottom of the screen on UK television. Have they not mastered closed-captioning technology on this side of the pond?
The head of the BBC was a big time screenwriter - something about show-don't-tell seemed ingrained.