my apologies for the delay in posting – this past weekend absolutely flew by. if only i had had the time to photograph the delicious (six!) pizzas my roommates and i made for a dinner party/get together we held friday night, i’m sure you would have agreed that the weekend started off on the right foot. or the right tastebud, i suppose. not to mention the perfect meyer lemon cheesecake that only took 3 hours and 5 blocks of cream cheese to make. if any of you are wondering, i followed thekitchensink’s recipe over here – it is absolutely fool-proof, and you won’t be able to resist eating the leftovers for days afterwards. now i just have to figure out what to do with all that lemon curd i have in my fridge.
what with the past few gloomy/rainy days we’ve been having in new york, i’ve been craving the afternoon tea time i used to share with my mum and younger sister when i was growing up. whenever i go home (and there’s not some sort of party – there always seems to be one), we still follow the same ritual: two red rose tea bags in my mum’s blue tea pot with the red and white circles painted all around the outside. three tall, slender mugs (much different from the coffee mugs, to be sure – tea must be drunk from a thin-rimmed vessel) filled to just below the top, lightened by a splash of milk and sweetened with a teaspoon of sugar. of course, when my sister and i were younger, we’d sneak spoonful after spoonful into our cups while mum turned her back to put the milk back in the fridge. and of course, mum knew exactly what we were doing the entire time. perhaps she figured we’d grow out of it. or perhaps she thought a little extra sweetness in life couldn’t hurt us, not at tea time. sometimes freshly baked cookies, sometimes packaged ‘nice’ cookies or chocolate covered les petits ecoliers were piled high on a dish between all of us, and as we sipped and nibbled and chatted and savored the syrupy sludge of sugar awaiting our tongues at the bottom of our cups, we would feel the day brighten just a notch. being at work all day now, i unfortunately cannot recreate those moments, although i do have a little stash of red rose tea bags in case i need to catch just a slight whiff of that orangey aroma of those afternoons. and whenever i want the real thing, all i have to do is travel on home and put the kettle on. and sometimes, every so often, i sneak in an extra sprinkling of sugar.