When I was a child we regularly had afternoon tea. Either at home on a Sunday after a big lunch or out at a posh department store as a treat. It was different to high tea (a Scottish thing) and was a special occasion, requiring proper home made cakes and scones and tea in a pot.
Recently I have been invited to several friends for afternoon tea and love it. It’s a chance to properly catch up and drinking tea rather than wine, which is our usual tipple, means we have a proper conversation.
I decided to host my own afternoon tea last week and despite appearances it didn’t take long to make. With the help of my new favourite baking book, Mary Berry’s Baking Bible (it’s one of those go to books, you will use and use), I rustled up some cheese scones and a Victoria Sandwich cake in under an hour. A few cucumber sandwiches, a bought Battenburg (too fiddly – I do have a life) some vintage china and my Grandma’s embroidered tablecloth and the jobs a good un – as they say in the North.
My friend Paula regularly hosts Sunday teas for friends and family, involving generous amounts of meringue and cream – followed by a long dog walk to walk off the cream – and it’s a lovely way to spend the afternoon.
Why not give it a go.