To Do : High Tea, British style.

Since I posted the list of things I wanted to do before I’m 30. I thought I ought to explain a couple of them, before my friends started questioning my sanity.

I have an obsession with high tea, the way the British used to do. I giggle when people mention the word “crumpet” and I squeal in my head every time I see a scone. When I pass by in front of pastry shops and the tea department of my local supermarket my brain is wired to display images of pink paisley teacups, my best friends wearing pastel cardigans and big hats.

I sometimes daydream that I get invited to attend such event. I can picture the fine china, the twice polished silver trays and cutlery, lace fabric everywhere. There are cucumber sandwiches (my personal favorite), scones (cheese please), cupcakes (for the sake of modernity) and lots of dark teas that, in reality, I would never even taste.

I wished I could say I dream of a tea party like the one of Alice in Wonderland, with fun characters and crazy adventure, but NO, I dream of the constricting etiquette, matching napkins, air kisses and pinky fingers in the air. The widest variation I could think off would be a "bridge" match afterwords. I can see myself growing white hairs right now.

Well, the way I see it I must crave some kind of structure. Structured fun, structured eating. Maybe it is just and obsession I have with pastries, it might be just the result of my estrogen levels. Femininity does not come easy to me, so if I have to wish for a tea party themed birthday to fulfill my womanhood quota, so be it.

Now if you excuse me, I have to go get myself a very French croissant.