Tea and twirling teacups at the county show

Growing up in the rural farmland of Illinois in the American midwest, the annual county fair was a much anticipated event. I have fond memories of  elephant ears and caramel apples, riding the thrilling Tilt-A-Whirl, stock car races, farm animal competitions (remember Charlotte’s Web ?), and my favourite: the cooking and crafts tents. The county… Continue reading Tea and twirling teacups at the county show

So, this ghost walks into a tearoom . . .

One of the reasons my husband and I moved back to England was because we missed going places and doing things. Not that there weren’t places to go and things to do in America ….. but we missed those oh-so-quintessentially-English places. Like antiques centres. Housed in 17th century buildings.  With ghosts.  And tearooms.   One… Continue reading So, this ghost walks into a tearoom . . .

This Chocolate Teapot is a wise choice

In England, there is a phrase we use to define something that is useless. For example, if my husband Mr. Tea gave me a book written in Mandarin, I would say to him first, that he was brainless, and second, that the book was “as useful as a chocolate teapot.”  The logic behind this idiom… Continue reading This Chocolate Teapot is a wise choice

Fit for a Queen: Lavender Tea

Lavender, to me, is so very, very English. As an Anglophile teenager, I wore Yardley’s Lavender Eau de Toilette. Once married, I searched high and low for lavender scented beeswax furniture polish so that my home would smell like a stately English manor. And in later years, I longed for lavender in my garden so… Continue reading Fit for a Queen: Lavender Tea