We all know the stereotype of English food: disgusting. The English are like the scavenging itinerants of Western cuisine; when something runs across their foot, they cut its head off, boil it and add shallots.
However, there's something admirable in that. It's solid adaptation. Even more, it allows you to actually apply creativity, which thrives -- not starves! -- in adversity.
Rhubarb and custard cremes? Pineapple cubes? Mint imperials? Fizzy bombs? Sour candy? Yes, the English make some excellent stuff, amidst the foods that make even possums vomit.