Those of you who know me are familiar with my passion (obsession, addiction, whatever) for tea. I am a tea connoisseur, drinking tea of all types, all day long. Even in the sweaty, inescapable, Cairo heat…..tea is my beverage of choice. Inarguably, it is a big part of my life. (Baha…I know what you’re thinking….but I really don’t care!)
It all started with fairy tea (a glass of milk, a wee bit of REAL tea, and lots of sugar). It was that magical name and sweet taste that got me hooked. Fairy tea?! YES PLEASE! Sugar?! THAT TOO, PLEASE! As a little girl, neither of those questions could be answered with a “no”.
The ritual of having tea became even more exciting as Dad created a “tea party” game. In the game, each participant would speak with a British accent and would complete all phrases with “my dear”. For example, “how is your tea, my dear?” would often be followed by “very good, my dear”. And the conversation would continue. (You can play our game if you like….it’s not one we chose to patent).
As I grew older, my fairy tea became more and more like the real deal. There was less milk, less sugar, and more REAL tea! However, the enjoyment I got from a daddy-daughter tea party just got greater. If we are together, we have tea every morning, noon and night. It’s what we do.
I am now 23 years old and my Dad is 54 years young. Yesterday, we went to a little old house, with a fancy pink interior, and lady-like decor. We chose our own delicate teacups from the teacup cabinet and watched as little girls inside tried on tea-party-hats and tea-party-scarves. When the waitress brought over our chocolate-orange tea in an elegant teapot, Dad simply poured a cup, took a sip and asked “how is your tea, my dear?”.
It was very, very, very good, my dear. It was very, very, very fun, my dear. It was very, very, very special, my dear.
I love you dad. XOXO.
It all started with fairy tea (a glass of milk, a wee bit of REAL tea, and lots of sugar). It was that magical name and sweet taste that got me hooked. Fairy tea?! YES PLEASE! Sugar?! THAT TOO, PLEASE! As a little girl, neither of those questions could be answered with a “no”.
The ritual of having tea became even more exciting as Dad created a “tea party” game. In the game, each participant would speak with a British accent and would complete all phrases with “my dear”. For example, “how is your tea, my dear?” would often be followed by “very good, my dear”. And the conversation would continue. (You can play our game if you like….it’s not one we chose to patent).
As I grew older, my fairy tea became more and more like the real deal. There was less milk, less sugar, and more REAL tea! However, the enjoyment I got from a daddy-daughter tea party just got greater. If we are together, we have tea every morning, noon and night. It’s what we do.
I am now 23 years old and my Dad is 54 years young. Yesterday, we went to a little old house, with a fancy pink interior, and lady-like decor. We chose our own delicate teacups from the teacup cabinet and watched as little girls inside tried on tea-party-hats and tea-party-scarves. When the waitress brought over our chocolate-orange tea in an elegant teapot, Dad simply poured a cup, took a sip and asked “how is your tea, my dear?”.
It was very, very, very good, my dear. It was very, very, very fun, my dear. It was very, very, very special, my dear.
I love you dad. XOXO.
1 comment:
i LOVE LOVE LOVE you both :)
such great memories my dear. xo
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