A Narrative about Afternoon Tea
Who knew that clotted cream, baking powder, all purpose flour, and whole milk could change my perspective on heaven? Over winter break I traveled to London with my Mom and experienced a traditional afternoon tea. I’d always wanted to try this long-established ritual that the English appreciate through my own eyes and taste buds. When planning our trip to London, I continuously searched for an elegant, refined, and classic afternoon tea to fulfill this experience that is rich in England’s history. Stepping into the Corinthia London, the grand beaming chandelier, piano playing in the background, and table of champagne signified that I had found the perfect tea room.
Our graceful attendant in all pink guided us through the three course “light” meal. Biting into my first magnificent tea sandwich unleashed my inner daintiness and acknowledgement for the little things in life that we usually skip over because of busy lifestyles, constant working, and overthinking the world. The second course, the scone course, opened my eyes to one of my favorite new delicacies, British scones, jams, and cream. Where was this English deliciousness my whole life? Lastly was the pastry course of delectable mini cakes, which I almost didn’t want to taste in order to not demolish the flawless plate. Throughout the hour and forty-five minutes I tried multiple teas from black tea, green tea, and oolong infusions, appreciating the savour in detail for the first time.
Luxurious and relaxing are two words to describe my afternoon tea experience. I’m inspired by the affluence of the British tea-goers and have made it a goal that this experience will one day become a ritual in my future. Relaxation filled my mind because afternoon tea is all about leisure, enjoying the moment with company or yourself, and directing your mind to attend to the present moment, your surroundings, and the experience. Afternoon tea was not only pleasurable for my stomach, but it was sweet for the soul.
