The Jubilee Bake Off

The arch-organiser in our cul de sac announced this week that we would be having a Jubilee street party this year. Greaaaat, I respond with a wide smile, count me in. Inside, my heart sinks. Ok, on the day I am sure it will be lovely. But the last time we did this, the rows we neighbours had aged us all 10 years. What did we row about? The food. We had worked out a simple formula, which was that we would all bring food representative of our cultures. So the four Jewish families put heads together and have a discussion that goes, I'll bring bagels. No, I will bring bagels. You can't bring bagels, you're Sephardi! What's the difference? I will make fish balls. How do you make your fishballs? Make sure you don't overdo it on the onion! Hang on, we can't All bring fish balls. You get the picture. I ended up bringing houmous and cheese and onion crisps, thus failing comprehensively to deliver on the brief. How to navigate the choppy waters this time? Well, it won't be that long after Passover. I might just lay the table with leftover matzah. By the way, has anyone noticed that Jamie Oliver refers to matzah as "biscuits"? BISCUITS? Has he ever bitten in to a matzah cracker? Well, I guess chowder and cardboard makes for a lot less attractive 30 minute cooking...