IL RE / THE KING
The origins of the King is a tale not properly known,just speculation with a bit of hearsay thrown in,so tall tale prone.Though now taken for granted throughout our fair green land the lineage of this most noble of Kings cannot be denied.
From the earliest leather bound records well before the doomsday book was thought,this Golden King graced our tables,from St Just, to Truro, over the Tamar and beyond.
The fine body of a man has never been supported so well as by his royal coat of arms his shinning armored shell.
He rose from humble beginnings he is the plain man through and through,he alleviates famine,rumbling tummies, even severe man flu.
His taste is savory sometimes sweet ,he caters for every workplace from Butchers to Builders to Cornish miners dug down deep.
The simplest ingredients added with measured care, make up the King and his golden crimped hair,the seasoned tatty, hand chopped nip, fine sliced onion and prime beef skirt diced a bit. And to accompany our King on the ruling of these lands, is a soft free-range egg wash applied by a fair maidens delicate hand.
To crown his highness off the so royal crimp,to keep our King strong in fighting the Arga battle, the political heat.
Many times the King has been impersonated but to no avail,into insignificance the young pretenders pale,for there is only one monarch to rule these lands, these waves, THE CORNISH PASTY,the King god save!
