Tea Time

I don't think I really understood the beauty of tea until experiencing tea time in London.

It's no wonder that people from London take time out of their day to get a cup of tea....it's such a luxurious experience. Late this past Wednesday afternoon I found myself in a small, yet stunning restaurant that serves breakfast, lunch, dinner and tea from 3:30pm - 5:00pm every day.

We ordered two cups of tea and shortly after we placed our order the server came out with two mugs, two tiny tea pots, and two scones with a glob of Jersey Clotted Cream on the side.

The display was simply stunning. Feeling British and sophisticated I poured myself a cup of tea and then proceeded to spread the Jersey Clotted Cream and strawberry jam on my warm scone.

Let's take a moment here to discuss the Jersey Clotted Cream in more detail.....it's a crime against humanity that we don't have this in America. Basically it's like a really really thick Cool Whip...imagine a smoother and sweeter version of cream cheese. It's so completely satisfying I could probably eat it straight. The clotted cream, topped with strawberry jam made this scone far superior to anything you might have had a Panera Bread.

So there we sat as the afternoon went by, sipping our tea and nibbling on our scones discussing how brilliant the day was. When tea time finally came to a close an emptiness filled my heart...what a shame that we don't have such a delightful ritual here in America. We truly are missing out on something fun, refreshing and sophisticated.

In celebration of this great British tradition, I am committing to having my own personal tea time every single day. In fact, as we speak I just started sipping on a fresh cup of tea that I made at home. So, bust out the Earl Grey tea bags, dig out that tired old tea pot and order up some Jersey clotted cream and join me....it's Tea Time.