Here are the pictures from our Winnie the Pooh Tea. (Actually we drank hot chocolate.) We had seen the Heffelump movie a few weeks before and all of the kids loved it. They saw these cookies at Walmart and I actually let them buy them.
They made them and while they were out playing I made up the table complete with all of the stuffed animals. They each chose one to eat with. Then we took turns reading classic Winnie the Pooh!
What fun!
A Brave Writer Mom in Texas
While visiting grandparents in Arizona we had a several lovely tea parties! My three little girls were made for this. They especially liked helping to set the table and preparing finger sandwiches. While on this visit we discovered the wonders of “vanilla†and “Irish Cream†flavored loose teas. We tried these at a tea shop and I am thinking now that I must find a source to purchase these – they were heavenly.
Brave Mom
What are your favorite teas? Please share in the comments section of the blog.
And remember, I’m still taking photos and teatime experiences to share on the blog. We’ll have a drawing in June for the one who will win a Brown Betty teapot. In the meantime, anyone who sends a photo and short description of her family’s teatime will receive a free back issue of the Arrow or Slingshot.
Julie
This week’s teatime post is in celebration of hot chocolate. One of our Brave Moms (Teresa) created this mix and swears by it. In an effort to make teatimes easier (therefore more likely), I will occasionally post some time-saving recipes. Enjoy!
Hot Cocoa Mix
6 cups powdered milk
2 cups granulated sugar
1 cup powdered baking cocoa (I sift mine)
I shake all the ingredients in my storage container, and use about 1/3 cup powder to a mug of hot water. Tastes just like Grandma used to make.
Post your favorite ways to drink or make hot chocolate in the comments section. In our house, we especially love to add a little evaporated milk to the hot chocolate while it’s heating up in the pan to make it richer. Whipped cream on top is a must.
–julie
Hi Julie,
Thank you for inspiring us to get back to teatimes. Hope our photo finds you. My son is 13, and my daughter is 7, and we live in Tucson, AZ. This particular tea time I read from Sarah Ban Breathnach’s _Mrs. Sharp’s Traditions_. The book has several Victorian-era poems arranged by months of the year. The Pussy Willow poem on p. 94 inspired my daughter to spontaneously compose the following:
Winter means no flowers
Winter means no snow
When the first snowflake drops
It’s winter you’ll know
Violets are blue
Roses are red
You know its spring
When a rose wakes from its bed
I quickly wrote it down to share with you.
We took our dear friends to the lovely Chantilly Tea Room in Tucson, AZ.  The charming atmosphere helped to inspire our teatimes at home as well.Â
Take care,
Brave Mom in AZ
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Fun poem!
A good reminder that teatimes don’t only have to happen at home… What about a “coffee time” with teens at a coffee house? Remember to bring along journals and spy on the next table. Write down their dialog or describe their bad habits!
I loved the photos shared above. Such joy in their faces!
–julie
Dear Julie,
Our Teatime was inspiring… Enjoy!
Yes indeed, We finally had our tea
Which consisted of cold water and a chocolate brownie.
Yet, we did light the candles to add some ambience,
Whilst Phillip(10) read the first poem-
A two-lined short and sweet one
With grace and elegance.
My 11 year old, Abe, shared a poem about skating
And trying some new tricks…
Then came Lewis(7), who sped through his poem
While reaching for a brownie to cure his fix.
Elliot(5) and I performed a duo from our seats.
I rattled off the first line
And he added the second with ease.
That’s when my 1 year old daughter(Noelle)
Spilled a cup of cold water all over her knees.
The boys all had a good laugh
As I was stooping with a paper towel
Trying hard not to share my face
Which carried a severe scowl!
We rounded up our time together
With one of my absolute favorites, The Grinch.
Since I’ve read it so many times
Reciting it for me is a cinch.
As I read, ‘with a sour, Grinchy frown,’
I heard a small sound like the coo of a dove;
Noelle was clinging to my legs
As I was trying desperately not to look down.
“Don’t ruin this moment for me!”
I snarled with a sneer.
The end to our delightful teatime is oh so ever near.
“Please just allow me to finish this poem,
(through clenched teeth)
Then I scooped her up in my arms and proceeded,
‘And he…
HE HIMSELF…!
The Grinch carved the roast beast!’
Brave Mom
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Now that’s an overachieving mom! Love the poem. 🙂
And look at those eager little faces.
Send me your teatimes!
Julie
