Wednesday 5 March
Today we went to London with Diane
and Dag to attend the Ash Wednesday service in Westminster Abbey; the high
point is the choir singing Allegri's Miserere,
which was unforgettable. And after that
exaltation, Diane and Dag made our slide down to earth a luxurious one, by
taking us out to Tea (with a capital Tea) at the Ritz.
We started with glasses of champagne
while we perused the tea list. We two settled
on Ritz Royal English and Darjeeling First Flush, and each of us was supplied
with our own silver pot of choice.
Tailcoated waiters filled our elegant three-tier cake stand. Here is Diane inspecting it, though her look of anxiety was only fleeting; it contained all that you might want.
On the bottom were many finger
sandwiches, including classic thin-sliced cucumber with cream cheese, dill,
and chives on caraway seed bread; cheddar cheese with chutney on onion bread; ham
with grain mustard mayonnaise on white; smoked salmon with lemon butter on rye;
chicken breast with horseradish cream on white; and egg salad with shallots and
watercress on white.
The middle plate had excellent
scones, with raisins and without (the ones without had the best sour smack); of
course there was strawberry jam and clotted cream to go with them.
And the top contained a macaron, a
sort of pink-frosted mallomar, a cream napoleon, and the darkest chocolate-frosted cake
with an R button on it. In the meantime,
waiters willingly brought more of anything, including fresh-sliced lemon cake
and toffee cake.
As we started at 7:30, Tea
certainly stood in for dinner; after all that sweetness, no more was
needed. An odd way to begin Lent, but we
were bowled over by the over-the-top-ness, not to mention the deliciousness, of
everything.
So THANK YOU, Diane and Dag, for
this lovely day!
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