Day 10 and the challenge is :
Tell us about your favorite childhood meal the one that was always a treat, that meant celebration, or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory.
Free free to focus on any aspect of the meal, from the food you ate to the people who were there to the event it marked.
Today’s twist: Tell the story in your own distinct voice.
For this challenge I decided to reblog a post I wrote a couple of years ago at the beginning of this journey into the world of blogs.
Sunday for tea
I’ll see you Sunday for tea
And though it’s not far away
Each hour’s a day to meLettuce and ham
Or maybe crumpets and jam
Oh baby it’ll be fun
Havin’ a Sunday tea
So sang Peter and Gordon in the 1960s.
For our family Sunday afternoon tea was a ritual. The whole family that is Grandma and Poppy, their two sons and daughter, their spouses and the 9 grandchildren regularly met on Sunday at Grandma and Poppy’s apartment.
While the adults talked and discussed whatever adults discussed, the 8 granddaughters and the sole grandson amused themselves as children did then. We played cards, dominoes, monopoly and other childish games that our grandchildren would not think of playing today.
The adults would of course, have cups of tea while catching up on the gossip. They all lived near each other, in fact my grandparents lived in…
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