I’ve taken a step backwards. It started a few weeks ago when I was boiling water in the electric teapot and wanted to make a whole pot of tea. I considered the 4 cup Pyrex measuring cup. This has been my teapot since I broke the lovely glass infuser style one that I was given as a gift. After that I took up with the French Press.
Fine substitute. Unless I wanted to make a pot of tea AND a pot of coffee.
The answer was sitting right in front of me, on the sideboard. My father’s tea and coffee service that he had made in Germany in the 1950’s. The teapot is now an everyday kitchen utensil. Albeit a far from pedestrian one.
There hasn’t been an occasion for me to serve both coffee and tea yet, but when I do, it’ll be a sterling one.
Shall I be Mother? Milk or lemon?
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed, by their Creator, with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.
(My flagpole holder has been knocked down by high winds for the third or fourth time, so this is a close as I’m going to get to having The Manse at its festive best. As always thanks to the marvelous Mrs. PvE.)
Mrs. E. has the flu. Fortunately it’s the “Type B,” less virulent strain, but it is flu nonetheless. And because of that, I am reminded of the importance of constantly washing my hands. I hadn’t thought much about drying my hands. Do you?
The Architect, with his eye for the everyday indulgence, obviously has.
Those are either cotton or linen napkins, bought at estate sales and antique stores, ironed, folded and stacked for the guest’s use. The soiled linen is thrown into a basket under the sink to be laundered and returned. He has a drawer full and so never is without.
Stuck inside waiting to see if I’m contagious, I haven’t ventured out to the antique stores to invest in the beginnings of my own drawer full, so I did the next best thing and ordered 100% cotton squares from Amazon. As my first writing mentor taught me: “when you know enough to steal the very best…”