Monday was our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Back then our Friday evening nuptials in a candlelit chapel was a modest event with the radiators pinging away during the service as they warmed up. But as we left the church, the bells began to ring and a gentle snowfall brightened up the dark sky.
Celebrating your anniversary during the festive season does present some problems. The thought of a lovely dinner at a restaurant can lose some of its appeal when you are already one Quality Street chocolate away from your stretchy pants. A Nutcracker Tea at The King Edward Hotel in Toronto proved to be the perfect solution.
The tearoom was lovely with its high ceilings and decorative plaster and I could easily pretend that we were thousands of miles away in London (sorry, I can't help it). Two bubbly glasses of champagne promptly arrived courtesy of the hotel. R was being a good sport about the whole tea event, much preferring a pint or cup of coffee. He opted for The Ploughman's Tea with its more substantial offerings and raved about the tourtiere and Scotch egg. My three-tiers of finger sandwiches and pastries were absolutely delicious...and surprisingly filling! This could well become a tradition.
On the drive home I asked him 'if you could do it all over again...' meaning our marriage, not the tea. We had a good laugh and thought that we would.