The Wiggles were keeping the girls entertained, as they often do, while I was cooking dinner last night. Greg was serenading us with “Get Ready to Wiggle”, and in spite of myself, I was singing along while chopping the carrots. “… Wiggle and Wiggle, Wiggle at Breakfast, Lunch or Tea …”, and all the sudden a light bulb went off in my mind and I was transported back several years to when The Aussie and I were first dating…
Before arriving in Australia, I had been working briefly in London and immersed myself in the practice of afternoon tea. It was heaven. And, the scones with clotted cream … I am salivating just thinking about it. Sadly, my waistline remembers that trip all too well, but that’s another story. So, when The Aussie asked me out to tea, I was delighted. I love tea! And, truthfully, I thought that he was rather sophisticated for asking me to tea. (Those of you that know The Aussie can stop laughing now and pick yourself up off the floor.)
On our way to tea, The Aussie suggested that we stop in at the local pub. Never one to pass up a trip to the pub, I was only too happy to go along. After a few drinks, the afternoon seemed to slip into evening. So, as I thought at the time, we missed tea and headed out to dinner instead.
Sadly I’m a bit slow, and this pattern, although quite enjoyable, continued several times before I realized that we never, ever went to afternoon tea. I was missing out on all those lovely scones and cakes. So, next time The Aussie picked me up and suggested we stop in at the pub, I said no that I really just wanted to go to tea. So, he took me to wonderful restaurant that Did-Not-Serve-Tea.
I asked him, “Why don’t we ever go to tea?”
He said, “What do you mean?”
So, I explained my love of English afternoon tea with scones, cakes, and cucumber sandwiches. He just stared at me and while very graciously swallowing his laughter explained that in Australia they refer to dinner as “tea”. Unbeknownst to me, he had been taking me to “tea” every time.
As I came back from my walk down memory lane last night, The Wiggles had moved on to another song, but I found myself singing along again while cooking “tea” for my family.