I have an ongoing mission to introduce Brits to Fairy Bread. THis was a staple of my childhood, and something I resolutely trot out at every single children’s birthday party or afternoon tea party I ever do in the dogged hope that it will ‘take’.
And the legendary politeness of the English has never been so tested as when they are trying to be vaguely approving of a mad Australian mother who seems to consider it her patriotic duty to share her most beloved national dish.
Shop-bought white bread, sliced.
Thick smear of real butter.
Generous sprinkle of hundreds and thousands.
*Update: Baby-Gusto did not like it either. .