One Lump or Two?

All this talk in the news about Tea Parties has me remembering the special occasion nights when my girls and I would share ‘a spot of tea’ (said with you pinky finger raised).

Dinner over, dishes done, backpacks packed and awaiting the mad exodus out the door in the morning.   The girls would go up and take showers (no time for morning showers at our house).

I would turn on the oven and the teakettle.   Get out a package of Pillsbury Pie Crust (back when they were folded in quarters, not rolled).   I would make a feeble attempt to open up the package, before looking for the scissor to open properly what was left of the air tight wrapping. (Ah, life’s little challenges.)   I would lay the crust out on my favorite round cookie sheet, spread with real butter  (Paula Dean and I believe in using real butter) then sprinkle with cinnamon and sugar.   Next, I would take my pizza cutter and cut the crust in strips, first one way and then the other. Pop the pan in the oven and bake as directed. Volia!! You have diamond shaped Pie Cookies!!!   I love this recipe.

Pie cookies cooking.

Tea steeping.

Time to set the table for an evening Tea Party.   Items need:  table cloths, napkins, sugar bowl with sugar cubes and tongs, tea spout drip catcher (really, they are so cute and useful) and, tea cups with white paper doilies.  Each girl had her own special teacup with matching saucer.   They selected their own tea cups on one of our weekend outings to an antique store. Now mind you I had (still have) a complete set of china for 12 including 12 teacups with matching saucers (Noritake Buckingham – Priscilla Presley had the exact same pattern as I noted on a trip to Graceland).    Where is my complete12 piece china set now?   Down in the basement along with all the other boxes full of items that I ‘thought I could not live with out’ when we moved.

Pie Cookies ready.

Tea was cool enough to drink.

One lump or two?

What fun we had in those ‘moments’.    We would just sit and chat, or read a chapter out of a favorite story like Roald Dahl’s “Matilda”; Remember the part when she put superglue on her dad’s hat? (Oh, was I not supposed to laugh at that?), or giggle as we took turns reading silly poems like the ones in Shel Silverstein’s, “Where the Sidewalk Ends?

Evening ends.   Sweet dreams.   Memories made.

Note: Toast and milk served on paper plates works too.   Its not about the food and china, its about the time spent together.

Comments

  1. Jane Boyles says:

    This is such a lovely article; I really enjoyed it. I put the kettle on about five minutes ago, so I think I’ll make myself a nice pot of tea!!

    • thanks 🙂 Enjoy your tea…….my favorite new tea is Turkish loose black tea. now my quest is for a good tea ball that does not fall apart. a friend also suggested making my tea in a french press…one more thing to go shopping for. ( I am not a shop till i drop person)

  2. Thank you for your happy, heart-warming stories. They evoke the same kind of peace and comfort as a candle-lit bubble bath.

  3. Try Rooibos tea. It is a beautiful color of red and has a distinct flavor.
    Also, Russian Caravan. It is fun to order samples on line!! One co. that I have used is Harney and Sons.
    Lovely story.

  4. Sharon Strickland says:

    I so enjoyed this walk down memory lane. Having an Irish war bride for a mother meant lots and lots of tea. We called it Irish Prozac. I am off to New York City soon for a visit and I know that my sister and niece will have tea by the pound just waiting for me. We love our chats while enjoying a cup of tea. I remember my mother thinking through issues while she sipped a warm cup. Mostly,I remember waking up on cold mornings before school knowing that a cup of tea would be ready to drink along with our oatmeal. Once we returned from school, mom had tea waiting for us to warm us up or “wake” us up after school. Again, this was a lovely piece and a nice tribute to the power of women, lovely china, beautiful table settings, and friendship. Thank you.