Monday 12 March 2018

The mother of all Sundays

If ever I forget, remind me to open on Mothering Sunday every year.
We were wonderfully busy. It reminded us of a summer day in every way except the weather.
The conservatory tables were all reserved (new table coverings- dotty smoke) for those who’d booked the special Afternoon Tea - 36 in total.


We decided we wouldn’t take any other reservations. Space is more limited over the winter months and after a flurry of phone calls over the past week we could have reserved every last table in the main room but then disappointed regulars or those just coming on the off chance of a cuppa.
The special afternoon teas were served between 1.30 and 2.30.
Tea, a glass of elderflower presse (or ginger beer or raspberry lemonade), finger sandwiches, red onion and Stilton tartlets, then scones with jam and cream, lemon drizzle cake, tiffin, carrot cake, chocolate mousse and lime cheesecake. The cheesecake recipe called for the zest of three limes. I used five. I like citrus flavours to be good and strong. The chocolate mousse trial during the week had gone disastrously wrong but I changed to Charlotte’s granny’s recipe and it saved the day.
My feet hurt by the end of yesterday.
A good sign.
And the shape of things to come.

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