Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
Monday, January 6, 2014
recipe books are once again sitting snugly on their shelves, instead of
being strewn about the kitchen counter tops.
It's a ritual I go through every
holiday, drag out the recipe books, and yet make the same tried amd tested
dishes as the year before.
having a blast of Arctic weather blow through today, the coldest in many years.
It's a rare occasion when the temperatures drop into the single digits.
I'm leaving the tartan tablecloth in place for a
little while longer, the colors warm and inviting, giving dull Winter days, a
much needed splash of vibrancy.
The Christmas ornaments will be packed away in the morning, marking the end of Yuletide.
I tend to stick to old traditions of leaving the decorations in place for the twelve days of Christmas, just as my parents and grandparents did in England.
It's the perfect weather on a late
blustery winter afternoon for indulging in lots of tea, and enjoying a shortbread
biscuit or two.
"Come along inside... We'll see if tea and buns can make the
world a better place."