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Elevenses with Erma

Little girls all dressed up in mummy’s gowns and bangle bracelets, sipping tea like little ladies, daintily nibbling at finger sandwiches and cookies. “Could you please pass the grey poupon?” they would ask each other in British accents.

This is how I envisioned the tea party, when I said to Erma several weeks ago, “We are going to have a tea party, and we’re going to invite all your friends.”

She obliged me.

Thus I spent my afternoons, evenings, and weekends in the hot pursuit of thrift store dress-up garments, recipes for tea sandwiches, and the perfect tea party tablecloth.

The centerpiece was made up of slightly irregular and thus a-great-deal-that-could-not-be-passed-up mint chocolate cake pops.

I bought tea cups and ordered bakery cookies. We had a photo shoot of Erma all dressed up so that I could make the invitation. We went to the grocery store and “we” picked out deli meats, fancy cheese, and cut fruit.

On the morning of the tea party, I have to admit, Erma was almost as excited as I was. She was a bit underfoot while I was putting together the tea sandwiches and pinwheels, so I sent her to the front window to wait for the guest who was bold enough to accept our invitation. “She’ll be here any minute,” I told her, and by “any,” I meant in the range of half an hour to an hour.

I’m sure our guests will arrive any minute…

I placed my mother’s china on the table, arranged it all just so.

In a whirlwind of less than 20 minutes time, my tea party was over. The girls decided they were done and wanted to put on their bathing suits and play in the sprinklers.

The girls made up a game called “fireworks” in which the sprinklers were fireworks. That’s all I know about that.

I never even got to say, “Would you please pass the grey poupon?”

And now I’ll be eating leftover cold cuts for lunch for the rest of the month.

It turned out, nobody likes tea. I couldn’t even get the girls to try the tea. So the cup of non-caffeinated chocolate raspberry tea sat in the middle of the table like Elijah’s Cup, waiting for the tea fairy to arrive and sample the offering.

Totally, totally worth it.

Also, pinwheels are really, really hard to make with Sara Lee Soft n’ Smooth honey wheat bread. Let that be a lesson to you.

Cookie Kit

A certain student-focused, land-grant, research university president recently gifted me a Valentine’s cookie decorating kit.

As you know (but how did he?), I specialize in kits. Give me a box of pre-portioned stuffs, and I am a happy crafter.

The box contained:

  • Heart-shaped sugar cookies
  • Vanilla frosting (discreetly labeled Duncan Hines)
  • One pink knife (plastic)
  • One red knife (plastic)
  • Two types of sprinkle shakers
  • Pink crinkle paper
  • A note card from Flint Group about eating, tweeting, and repeating.

This is a project that is genuinely hard to screw up. Sure, you can bicker over who will use the red knife and who will use the pink knife, but other than that, it’s just: slather frosting, sprinkle sprinkles, eat.

A nice thick layer of frosting to add that air of mystery: is it a cookie? is it a cupcake? is it just frosting on a plate?

Erma and I decided to give all of the yet-unbroken cookies to her preschool teachers. We lugged the box containing six cookies (three for Sigourney’s teachers; three for Erma’s teachers) to school this morning.

Erma’s teacher asked us if we could bring the cookies up to her office for her so that they wouldn’t be out in front of all the kids. Erma, however, was disappointed that she was not going to watch her teacher eat the cookies. I hadn’t realized this was an expectation.

The Cookie Face: looks horrifying but is required in order to taste-test cookies before presenting them to teachers.

Then we went back to the preschool room, which was now buzzing with children and parents at drop-off time. Erma announced to all who would listen, “I brought cookies! I brought cookies for the teacher!”

Whoopsie. How to explain to a three-year-old that the other kids do not want to know about the cookies they cannot eat?

I just found out that Erma thinks we are making pancakes together tomorrow. I have never made pancakes in my life (true story), so this should be an almost guaranteed adventure in screwing up. Stay tuned!