How would I know that in hooking up with The Fair Wendy, I was entering into a monarchist alliance?
It’s true. We practically draped the whole place in black crepe when the Eternal Elizabeth passed on; and Wendy can still sort all the princes in order of their place in the Line of Succession, and then some.
For my part, this is the one issue where I’m a staunch Republican, at least in theory; but there’s plenty of soap opera among the royals, which has occasionally caught my attention,
(Who remembers the Masterpice Theatre series on the Six Wives of Henry VIII, or the marvelous Glenda Jackson in Elizabeth R??) More recently, I had to quit watching The Crown when poor Diana came along; it was all just too triggering!)
But all that is history. Tomorrow, it’s pageantry. Wendy will be up predawn ti watch the whole smearing of oil and five-lb. crown business. I’ll be up eventually, not to watch, but to pay my own tribute, in the kitchen.
YES! In King Chuck’s honor (err, honour), I’m going to make the Coronation Quiche.
Really. After all, one must move with the times, mustn’t one?
I’ve already approximated the ingredients (which include broad beans, known on this side of the puddle as Favas — devilish hard to find them here, but we ran them to earth).
Also spinach, which I now have defrosting in a colander, because one must drain them when warmed, otherwise the juice will make the crust soggy, and one simply can’t have that on such an occasion.
Then heavy cream, eggs and cheese (cheddar, natch, which originated in the Somerset village of Somerset, and which 
is the second most popular cheese in the U.S. after Mozzarella. Wikipedia says we Yanks made 3 billion pounds of it in 2014.)
Plus tarragon, which some seditious whisperers murmured was rather awfully French for this mixture, but when under royal command, one does one’s duty.
While the spinach continues to defrost, we’ll turn to lesser matters, such as war, peace, and the fate of the Republic. But when all is ready to combine, we’ll return for the next, likely final round. If anyone has experience with this recipe or main ingredients, comments are welcomed. . . .
Somerset village of CHEDDAR Chuck. Hence the name. (Near the Cheddar Gorge – a sort of English scale mini grand canyon).
My favourite cheese of course – had some today which I can easiloy get here in Spain. If it’s made in America, I don’t think it’s cheddar – not really. (Lots made in Ireland).
In an on-line forum last week, i referred quite equalitarianly Quakerly and republicanly to some detail of the ritual-heavy and empty symbol religious ceremony proffered to the State by the Anglican Church as an inexplicable* whim of Chuck v. 3.0. A great number of British and Anglophile lurkers from under the bridge took umbrage (high as their dudgeon, low as the dungeon in which they offered to sequester me). “His name is Charles!” remonstrated one.
I thought all these years of waiting he should have been denominated “bonnie prince Charlie”. He sat around in the Lobby longer than the Great Pretender, didn’t he?
Upoon mu making that inquiry i was threatened with an oubliette of my own….