Showing posts with label Tea Time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tea Time. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Always Time For Tea


We passed this tea shop on a Montreal street on our way from somewhere to somewhere else, as is the pace in a city.  Tea is such a great pick-me-up.  I usually make a pot of good strong tea around 3 or 4 in the afternoon.  And if you're feeling ill, isn't tea and toast just the ticket?  Lately, we've rediscovered Bengal Spice herbal tea.  It's exceedingly aromatic and has a sweet little kick to it.  A nice replacement for dessert after supper because someone around here is too lazy...er...busy... to bake lately.

We have a big snow storm brewing here tonight.  It's going to get messy.  20 centimetres of it predicted, followed by 5 mm of rain (I had typed 5 cm of rain, but I'm not in Vancouver any more, so that's not right).  I think tomorrow will be a perfect day to stay in, sipping tea and knitting.  Oh yes, and writing Christmas cards.   Do stop in--if you're able to make it up our driveway. 

Friday, October 9, 2009

You Can Go Cove Again

I took another walk to the Cove. Today the little shops and eateries were open, as this honey of a hound is pointing out. "Honey Goodies" is the purveyor of those amazing donuts I mentioned the other day.


Equally tempting are the sweet cold confections being enthusiastically advertised by Gelato Boy. It was a bit too close to supper time to indulge in such a treat, which means I'll have to return. I want the size he has!


Less tempting was the invitation to drink bubble tea. Have you ever tried it? My sister raved about it and treated me to a very large one on a previous visit. They come in an amazing (or appalling?) range of flavours and aren't anything like tea. They're cold and sweet and filled with something disturbingly like tapioca. And it's not consistent...you're sipping away and then suddenly a quantity of small, round, rubbery lumps swim into your mouth. Too weird!



I prefer real tea, and if it could be served in a remarkable Ping Kwong Wong teapot, such as any of those I saw exhibited at the local art gallery, it would be nothing short of delightful. As was my latest jaunt to the Cove.

(do click on any of the scenes to "embiggen" them, as my pal,
The Sagittarian, would say)