Tea for Two? How About Three?

Alright, I can prove that there’s English in my blood despite the fact that my husband insists that I’m more Irish and Scottish. This is likely due to the fact that His “da’s” ancestory is Scottish. Leuk! Ah cannae speak like that!

I can’t do accents. When I described this post to Andrew, I tried to speak that sentence. The operative word there is “tried.” The look I recieved revealed that my attempt wasn’t too impressive. Then he said, “You sound Mexican. And who’s Luke?” (Lol!)

Great Scott!

I found a great post titled You Might Be Scottish If... Many of these fit Andrew to a t; He does get teary at the sound of “Amazing Grace” being played on the bagpipes; He is fiercely loyal to friends and family; and is extremely proud of his heritage. He also has the Scottish stubbornness in spades. I have on one occasion threatened to send him to Stubbornness Anonymous. His response was, “I won’t go!” He’s fortunate that I find his antics funny.

Now You’re Speaking My Language…

A good book and a warm cup of tea sounds English to me. Besides The Bible, C.S. Lewis (especially the really deep stuff) and relics of the past, like Alice in Wonderland, The Secret Garden and the Wind in the Willows are my cup of tea. Apparently, I’m partial to British writers. This is more proof that those Daffodil Daydreams run deep in my blood. But enough about me. It’s time for some tea. Let us proceed to the warm cuppa gathering…

I haven’t been feeling great, but the day that I conducted this “Beeing more English” experiment, it was a better day. Unfortunately, Andrew was under the weather. So I tackled some house work, then set aside some time for tea.

We didnโ€™t have anything on hand that one might serve on such an occasion. No matter, my sweet mother-in-law chanced to drop by with a lemon pie for Andrew, and some apple sauce (for me) as I can’t have anything with gluten. It’s one of the things that triggers my depression. Hence, I dressed up my applesauce with a gathering of fruit. Fancy, huh? Tea has been elevated.

Though my hubby was out like a light for the afternoon, I wasn’t without any company; Our Tabby, Sheya, came to investigate. This was the second time she jumped up to join my tea party.

I’d put my tablet down on the other side of the room to enjoy my tea, so I made the mad dash for it and attempted to coax her back for her photo shoot. But alas, she, too, must be Scottish! Sheya stubbornly refused to jump up. (You know what they say about working with animals!)

Nevertheless, my desire to capture (er recapture) that picture-purrfect moment was equally as strong. Strong like an ox! (Perhaps there is some fiesty Irish in me.) For this reason, I was praying, Lord, please get her to jump up on the chair again. I really want that pic! (Lol!)

She finally listened to one of us. My educated guess is that Jesus has much more pull. (Maybe that should be push.) Sheya jumped up and looked at everything again as if to say, So what is going on here? (Way too cute.) โค

Next, she sniffed the milk. I think our two cats might be the only felines on the planet that have no interest in it. I’ve heard that milk isn’t particularly good for them anyways. Oddly, she does like orange juice though. She won’t drink it, but this little tiger has been known to lick empty glasses. Now you’re probably thinking, never drink from the glasses at their house. ๐Ÿ˜†

This experiment was a bit of a flop. I think Sheya knew it. It was far too fancy and fussy for me. I’ve concluded that I prefer my “pretty” displayed behind glass like a sentimental ancestoral monument rather than taking tea to the nines. Unless, of course, anyone wants to serve me tea like I’m the queen. Then I’m all for it. Have at it!

In the comfort of my own home, however, I’ll stick with my favorite Canada mug with the moose on it. Andrew brought this treasure home from work for me many moons ago. It’s been my favorite since. (No, he didn’t pilfer it.)

I’ll save the “pretty” for company, but I’ll keep pausing for tea. I’ve been enjoying my favorite leafy beverage (peppermint tea) in the Death Star teapot that our niece and her hubby bought me for Christmas. I also bought some gluten free cookies. They only taste slightly sawdusty. I’m kidding. ๐Ÿ˜ƒ I… er… may have eaten them all already. *blush* (Lol!)

Lately, Andrew has been asking for a cup of Earl Grey. (He also enjoys English Breakfast.) When I informed him he was “Beeing more English” He sneered at his tea and said, “I don’t want it.” Even more amusing is that when we met he thought he was English. He was quite vocal about this too. One fateful day, however, while watching the movie Braveheart, his uncle informed him that he has Scottish roots, not English. From then on it was, Out with that English nonsense! (Typical Scotsman.) Now he’s in total denial of my ancestory. Andrew does do a pretty good Scottish accent. It’s much better than my Mexican version! LOL

Lol…

13 thoughts on “Tea for Two? How About Three?

    1. Yorkshire tea? I didn’t know that
      Yorkshire has it’s own tea! Our cats are both really picky. They won’t eat treats! Well, at least that saves us some money. Yes, as evidenced by my eating them too quickly, those cookies are pretty nice indeed… lol. ๐Ÿ˜‚

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  1. Love the photo of Sheya investigating the milk, what a cutie! I have lovely tea cups that I enjoy looking at but also prefer drinking tea out of a mug. A tea party is a fun way to brighten up a winter day but you forgot your tea party hat. ๐ŸŒบ

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  2. Too cute! I really like the teapot with the trees on it! And the mug with the moose on it! The idea of tea sounds nice to me. It sounds so peaceful. But I rarely drink it as I usually reach coffee instead. Thanks for the fun post. Your kitty is so cute.

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    1. Yes, actually I’m more in favor of my teapot with the trees and my mug too. I enjoy my pretty tea cups as sentimental pretty artwort. They are very pretty, but I’m more outdoorsy than prim and proper. ๐Ÿ˜ƒ I grew up with three brothers, and I always wanted to tag along and do everything they were doing.

      Because my great-grandparents emigrated to Canada from England tea was always big in our home. So I’m a bit of a tea granny. ๐Ÿ˜ƒ

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      1. Yes the tea cups with the flowers are very pretty too. The reason why the others jumped out at me is because we have our home decorated in an outdoorsy / mountain theme with lots of wildlife, pine cones, acorns, etc. I donโ€™t have any brothers. I do have sisters though.

        Ah that is great that your great grandparents passed along the tradition of drinking tea. My mother and grandmothers enjoyed tea. But I remember drinking it mostly when I was sick. So maybe that is why I donโ€™t often reach for it now. But I do really love the chai latte. However itโ€™s not healthy with all the sugar and such. Hmmm maybe I will see I can make a healthy version. โ˜•๏ธ

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      2. That’s a great idea! โ˜บ Your outdoorsy/mountain theme sounds lovely. I love pinecones. I have a bag full of them I collected on walks. I still haven’t done anything with them. I thought of just getting a big clear container and displaying them in that, but I haven’t got around to it. I don’t know. I won’t throw them out. I wanna do something with them.

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    1. Yeah, I got out of the habit, too, but that was due to the last few years being a bit of a valley. โ˜บ I got out of a lot of habits. I’m trying to get back into the swing of things.

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