Sanna's Bag

“I never seem to have what I need when I need it. I’m going to make a belt-bag that’s bigger on the inside than on the outside, and just carry everything with me.”

Saturday, April 09, 2011

H is for

 H is for high tea.
 This is not a peach melba.  Maybe I'll call it a peach Hanna.


 And H is for Hats!  Easter is coming.  Do you know where your bonnet is?  I dragged out some of my hat collection and everyone was a wonderfully good sport about wearing them.  It was great fun!
 Merilee in pink.  My mother wore this hat to a wedding once.
 At the left is Tamara in a silly straw confectoion.  Then you can just see the top of Diane in a fifties evening whimsey, Susan in the hat mom wore to my highschool graduation, and the back of MJ's head in a sweet little hat that really suited her.


Elaine in a dashing purple confection, and the front of MJ.
 Pat really looked a lot cuter in this when she wasn't making faces.
 Jenny in a sweet classic pillbox.  Everyone wore the pillbox because it suits every face.
 Moma in a blue swansdown pillbox.  Tres chic!
Diane adjusting her even hat.  Wish i had gotten a better picture of this.  It was so sweet on her!


Needless to say, we laughed and talked and ate ourselves silly. Tamara brought three flavors of cookies.  The green leaf shapes were almond, the yellow duckies were vanilla, and the rice flour shortbreads tasted as if they had rosewater along with the pistachios.  They were awesome cookies!

Our rosemary is blooming, so I grabbed a few stems and decorated the deviled eggs with rosemary blossoms and a few leaves.  Yummy!  The raspberry cake was so-so.  The strawberries were those big red styrofoam things they strip-mine down in Texas..  The peanut-butter/ chocolatechip cookies were a bit overdone.  And I forgot the ritual blessing.  My first mother-in-law used to spread a gorgeous, sumptous, delicious meal, and as you sat down she would say, "It probably isn't fit to eat."  Every time she said  that, it was a Lucullan repast!  So I adopted it, and every time I have remembered to say, "It probably isn't fit to eat." over a meal, it has turned out quite tasty.  So if there was anything wrong with the food, it was all my fault, because I forgot the ritual blessing.

H is for Hat, highlight, happiness and Hetrodyne, Agatha.

8 Comments:

  • At 3:03 PM , Anonymous Dave Daniels said...

    H is for HUNGRY! That's what i am after seeing that wonderful spread.

     
  • At 3:39 PM , Anonymous tlbw said...

    We really are biddable, aren't we? Or maybe just shameless.
    The Persian rice flour cookies have rose water and cardamom. I'm quite taken with them.

     
  • At 9:18 PM , Blogger Heide said...

    I love seeing all of you lovelies donning hats. It looks like a great time was had by all. The peach Hanna and daffodils really set the mood for a bright and sunny-good time.

     
  • At 12:53 PM , Blogger Donna Lee said...

    I love the hats! I don't wear them because I don't like how I look in them. You all look like you're having fun!

     
  • At 6:38 PM , Anonymous Lisa Nowak said...

    Sorry I missed it! Those hats are great.

     
  • At 3:31 AM , Blogger Jejune said...

    Oh those hats are wonderful! High tea is a glorious invention, isn't it? I love your lacy one, would it be called a fascinator? And maybe you could send me a couple boxes of those yummy things in the post?

     
  • At 6:02 AM , Blogger KnitTech said...

    Very nice high tea!

     
  • At 7:27 AM , Blogger Amy Lane said...

    I totally understand the ritual blessing! You've seen me use it when I write! And your repasts always look so charming-- I love to watch you work!

     

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