Like any good Anglophile, I love afternoon tea. I’ve enjoyed trying it at different hotels in Boston: the Ritz-turned-Taj, the Four Seasons, the Park Plaza. I’ve also had tea at L’Espalier and Upstairs on the Square (R.I.P.). I had been wanting to try tea at the Boston Public Library, but up until a year or so ago, it was only offered during the week.
Therefore, I was psyched when I was invited to tea at the library last month to celebrate the upcoming nuptials of my friend Linda. It was a lovely outing to celebrate a lovely occasion.
I chose Earl Grey tea (as I often do), which didn’t disappoint, and the sandwiches and petits fours were delightful as well.
The staff were cheerful and I loved the purple-ness of the room. The walls were purple, the chairs were purple, the glassware was purple. It was surprisingly…inviting. And different in a good way.
I think my favorite afternoon tea is still the Taj‘s (the live music puts it on top for me), but the tea at the library is a close second.
What better way to spend a Sunday afternoon than bargain shopping and drinking beer?
I grew up going to garage sales, flea markets, antique markets, you name it. So I was elated to finally make it to the Cambridge Antique Market.
Allen and I spent a couple of hours perusing five floors of goodies. Vintage clothing, lots of china, old books and board games. Furniture and appliances. A little bit of everything.
We both walked away with one CD; he found a Death Cab for Cutie album for me, and I found a Patti Smith album for him.
Down the road is a craft brewery that we hadn’t been to yet = Somerville Brewing Company. I ordered a flight of its core beers, and Allen ordered a pint of the Trekker Trippel. I’ve tried a few of the beers before and they make me happy.
I have about six weeks left until the birthday and nine things left to do. I got this.
You know you’re too busy when you’re still reporting on things that you checked off the list in February…
My friend Abby and I intended to ride a zipline set up in a Boston park by a Kissimmee, Florida, tourist organization one February weekend. But when I arrived 15 minutes before it opened and the wait was already two hours, we settled for having our photo taken with a baby alligator and holding a lizard called a bearded dragon. I pleaded with the handler to refrain from putting a large snake around my neck. (However, the snake was surreptitiously slipped around Abby’s neck.)
I was expecting the bearded dragon to be solid and rough, but it had a very soft underbelly. It was cute for a lizard.
And with no segue…I baked zucchini bread for the first time. My mom baked it once in a while when I was young so I feel nostalgic whenever I buy it at a cafe. I found her recipe for zucchini muffins (not bread, curiously) and spent a Sunday afternoon grating zucchini.
It turned out SO GOOD. I’m adding it to my baking rotation now.
You’ll be hearing from me again soon as I attempt to make up for lost time…