While not high tea replete with crumpets and cucumber sliders, a friend and I still took tea together at my place over the weekend.
Despite being gimmicky in that the tea is from the same company whose leaves were thrown overboard during the Boston Tea Party, it was tasty stuff.
A combination of black teas from various locales, our warm mugs helped fend off the day's chill and provide a little afternoon pick me up.
For the occasion, my friend made brown butter rye shortbread.
They weren't very sweet but were endowed with plenty of tastiness. More of a mellow earthy flavor than their wheaty counterparts. I also had some makowiec - Polish poppy seed roll - on offer but it was not to my friend's liking. More for me, I suppose.
This was my first social call at the new place and that meant the world to me. No need to try to schedule something in my wife's absence, no worries about marital tension seeping into the situation. And now I recall that I forgot to send the milk (2%, no semi-skimmed) home with my friend. What to do with it?
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