About eighteen months ago I hosted an afternoon tea for my mother on her sixtieth birthday. My cousin, Miss E, was only about six at the time and while her mother was invited to the party, Miss E was a bit too young for a grown up gathering. So, I promised her I would do a special morning tea just for her and me. Well, I finally got around to it.
I wanted to make an event out of it; set up a pretty table with the special china on embroidered table cloths. It turned out rather well, I thought.
I baked and sandwiched and brewed and fought with the humidity which, to my immense displeasure, kept melting the icing sugar on the spongecake and made the muffins sticky. However, they all tasted good.
We sat at the table like ladies but I think I may have missed the boat by about six to twelve months because Miss E, now seven and a half, is no longer into princesses and playing ladies. I think she enjoyed herself, though.
I needn't have worried about the icing sugar. I think that's the tick of approval!
We ended the visit with a video and full bellies.
A success, thank goodness.


