Tiny things taste better, don't they? It's all in my head, I know, but there is something about scantness that tricks the mind into savouring in an acute way. High Tea is built essentially upon tiny things. Tiny scones. Tiny sandwiches. You tiniest finger stuck up in the air as you sip tiny sips of tea. . .
That's what we did on Valentine's Day. We enjoyed a High Tea at snack time.
For supper, I just loaded the platter back up with sweets, but also tiny sandwiches made form tiny homemade buns.
Time consuming, but quite humble, really. No mound of chocolates. No dozen roses. A far cry from the status-quo: