Rustic Vintage Birthday Tea Party

 

Sometimes in life,

we are given moments that are so beautiful, and perfectly piercing,

it seems almost overwhelming, too much to take in and fully grasp.

 

I recently had one of those moments.

 

 

 

This past weekend was the birthday of a dear friend.

Funny story...

while she is a dear friend,

she is a fairly new one...and I actually didn't know it was her birthday!

We had planned to spend the weekend together in advance,

since her family would be away and we would have the time all to ourselves.

 

She had no special plans to celebrate,

but I have to say, God had some...

 

What started as a simple cup of tea between friends one evening,

turned into grand plans for a beautiful outdoor tea party and supper the following day.

 

We spent most of Saturday planning, preparing, searching for recipes,

and cooking.

 

 

By the time we had gotten dressed, carried the table, chairs, dishes and our goodies

out to the edge of a nearby field...

it was sunset. 

 

 

 

Tea cups and place settings.

 

 

 

 

A birthday banquet.

 



 
  

 

Freshly picked flowers graced out table.

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

The lovely ladies...

 

 

 

 

...sitting down to tea.

 



 

 

Beth, the birthday beauty.

 

 

 

 

And me.

 

 

 

Pumpkin Pie Spiced tea...

 

 

 

 

 

We couldn't wait to enjoy the fruits of our labor!

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

Isn't it beautiful?!

 

 

 

 

Yummy quiche, made with farm fresh eggs, garden picked veggies and gluten free crust!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For dessert, gluten free Scottish Shortbread with Cinnamon Sugar topping!

 

 

 

 

And a dish of home grown Honey Dew...it was divine!

 

 

 

 



 The sunset was beautiful...

and the perfect opportunity for some vivid shots...

 

 

 

Just gorgeous, inside and out!

 

 



 

 

I love how the purple hues came out in Beth's pictures,

and the deep oranges came out in mine...the colors matched with what we were wearing.

 

 

 

 

We finished our meal in the dark, with the stars and a lone lamp post (the farm version) for light.

Is it just me, or does food taste better out of doors?

 

Probably the high light of the evening was what came after.

Once we had fed our tummies, we nourished each other's souls by praying for each other.

After talking about so many hopes, dreams and desires for the future,

we wanted to bless each other and ask for God's guidance and grace.

 

It was a glorious way to celebrate a birthday...

and a friendship! 

 

 

 

Cown Bread 'n' Buttermilk

Photo from Flickr

Have you ever had a simple, insignificant moment in time leave an unexplainable impression on you, one that will last a lifetime?

Yes?

Me too. :)

In an earlier post I introduced to you to Mrs. P, whom I feel will be a reoccurring character in the stories of my life. If you haven't met her yet, hope over to my post Mrs. P outlived and I'll introduce you to her.

As Mrs.P's caretaker, I...well, care for her! Part of that includes seeing after her nourishment and meals.

On one particularly good day this week, after a rigorous span of house chores, I decided to whip up a good ol' pan of corn bread.

For those of you unfamiliar with this cuisine, google it, then make you some! It's nummy stuff, and common fair here in the Lone Star state.

It didn't take long before that pan of golden goodness was done and tempting my snack-prone tummy. Now, Mrs. P eats like a bird (have you ever pondered how absolutely ridiculous that statement is?! Birds eat at least half of their body weight each day!) anyway...as I was saying...she eats less than a bird, but today! Today she was ready for an afternoon snack!

In true southern fashion, she was going to eat that cornbread....soaked in buttermilk.

Now, fortunately for me, even though I grew up in the north, my daddy was southern and he had introduced me to this little southern treat years before, otherwise I fear it would have been strange indeed to me!

However, since buttermilk has much the same consistency of yogurt, you will understand why I opted for straight milk instead.

Mmmm, mmmm, mmm, that warm, oven fresh cornbread crumbled effortlessly into our tall glasses. As it steamed up the sides of our glasses, we drizzled a bit of honey, then finished it off with a generous helping of milk over top.

A better comfort food, I don't think there eva' was.

Corn bread is a great equalizer, because there, sitting at her kitchen table, our spoons sounding the tink of glass as we feasted, this dear lady seemed to view me not as young, hired help but as friend and fellow women.

Simple?

Yes.

Insignificant?

Not a chance.