Well not literally but so close to.
Out with The Golfer yesterday looking at cars ………. he did have something in mind but was disappointed….unlucky for him – lucky for our bank balance 🙂
Anyway I was surprised to see the yard we visited was almost empty of buyers only to be told by one chap ‘everyone’s down the road at the shops, we’ll be lucky to make a $ today. With that he said he was off to his office for a cup of tea.
Coming home Maroondah Highway was chock a block, bumper to bumper at one spot; people might not have been looking at new cars but they were certainly going from one place to another – very quickly……. and as could be said ‘without due care and attention’ or acting like b….. lunatics which was a comment I kept hearing from the driver of our car.
So by the time we got home I was dry in the mouth and couldn’t get the kettle on fast enough. Out of nowhere as I gathered up cups and other bits and pieces together I was ‘plagued’ by this little childhood ditty running through my head.
Tea Time, Tea Time.
Come and get your tea
Bread and Butter, cakes and jam
For me me me!
I’ve ate my bread and butter
Drank my cup of tea
What is left for supper time
Wait and see!
With no cakes in the house The Golfer jokingly made a jam sandwich for us both, which had us laughing and talking about running in from school starving and Mum putting jam sandwiches on the table, reminding us to ‘not eat too much and leave room for your dinner (or supper in some parts of the country)
He asked me if I knew there was a special day to remember Fairy Bread – sandwiches (for children here in Australia) made with bread, butter and 100s and 1000s – those little coloured balls used to decorate cakes. Seems it’s celebrated every year on November 24th. Well, you live and learn something every day I said. And then told him about our own special sandwiches Dad use to make us when we were little.
Bread Butter and Sugar – similar to Fairy Bread without the colouring lol
We didn’t often have butter (best butter my mother always called it) in our house but when we did Dad would say it was a treat for his little ladies. He’d chop some into pieces (to warm and become spreadable) pour some sugar into a glass bowl, make us a cup of milky tea and then let us get on with our special little tea party.
So what special memories does food have for you?
It’s often the silliest simple ones that have me close to tears
What about you?
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Excuse me I must go and enjoy my memory – my tea will be cold
and as we all know, there’s nothing worse than a cold cup of tea!