Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea. ~Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady, 1880
Daughter1’s mother in law invited my sister and I to High Tea at one of the grander inner city hotels today. We ladies of distinction were joined by Daughter1 and Petite Fille who wore her baby tutu summer onesie for the occasion. We three older ladies all wore our pearls, naturally.
The menu consisted of :
Homemade buttermilk scones with organic strawberry jam, vanilla clotted cream
Praline Choux bun
Fruit Almond Log
Spanner crab and smoked salmon salad sandwiches
Goats curd, celery heart, watercress and walnut sandwiches
Organic egg, mayonnaise and celery cress sandwiches
Herbed corn-fed chicken, mustard mayonnaise, fine herb sandwiches
We drank a variety of teas and some coffee, as well.
Petite Fille packed her own lunch of mashed avocado and cottage cheese, followed by stewed apple and yoghurt, and a side plate of a vegemite sandwich. She joined her paternal grandmother for a walk around the dining room as an intermission interlude, and a walk to the lobby to watch the elevators go up, up up and then down, down, down with her maternal grandmother (moi!). As well, she clapped hands and blew kisses with her GreatAunt (my sister) before sitting on the floor and unpacking her mother’s handbag. It was a full afternoon for Petite Fille as the matriarchs of her family tree stuffed their faces and bellies with treats and more tea, please!
After a gentle stroll through the nearby Tiffany, Chanel and Louis Vuitton stores , “just browsing, thank you!” we returned to our carriage and returned to our country houses.
So many people, so much noise, the country life for us!
[Reference: Town Mouse and Country Mouse]