Dearest Reader,
Though the ink is still fresh and the scandals still unfolding, this page shall soon become a proper collection of adorations, declarations, and unsolicited gasps from you, my ever-observant, ever-entertaining followers.
Your comments, compliments, and delightfully unhinged replies will soon be displayed here, like prized correspondence in a duchess’s drawing room.
Until then, do behave (or don’t, I do adore a little chaos).
~ Lady Simmertown 📜🖋️✨
Welcome Dear Reader,
Who is Lady Simmertown? A question whispered over buttered crumpets and scribbled in the margins of recipe books across the land.
Some say she was born amidst lace napkins and lemon curd. Others claim she emerged fully formed from a scandalous soufflé that collapsed at a Duke’s dinner party. What is known: she is a writer of biting wit, a keeper of culinary secrets, and an unapologetic admirer of chaos served with cream.
Lady Simmertown does not merely blog, she chronicles. With a quill sharpened by satire and a pantry full of powdered irony, she serves up tales of forgotten recipes, edible absurdities, and food history most improper. Expect tea. Expect trouble. Expect tart commentary and possibly actual tarts.
She resides somewhere between a Regency ball and your favorite bakery, scribbling letters and uncovering the delicious underbelly of society, one post at a time.
Add your email to the list, darling, and never miss a morsel of scandal, surprise, or simmering blog intrigue.
Butter, Ink & Indiscretion 