Is it Me?

We attempted another tea today. Our last try at this seemingly simple tradition resulted in a house fire. That was way back on Ascension Day; today we tried to honor Mother Teresa.

Getting ideas from Elizabeth, I decided we'd make the Indian sweet bread and read Mother Teresa by Demi. We had a great time making the bread; eating it was not quite as fun. We obviously didn't roll it out enough. We ended up with doughy silver dollar sized 'cakes' smothered in sugar. No one was willing to take more than a bite, except baby. He got his hands on this unusually textured, gooey glob of dough and couldn't let go.

I love the idea of weekly teas and am not quite ready to give up yet. I may have to lower my expectations greatly, bake without the children (for now at least), and just enjoy another time to come together around the table.