‘Pointed’ cucumber sandwiches at a recent tea party with some close friends.
This was at a friend’s house. She did everything by hand herself. Except the wee cakes.
Here are some others:
hand-made table decorations
my name is really Andrea, I’ve been fooling you all, all along
aye, it was that good
cucumber, red pepper and olive thingies with cream cheese on rice cake hingers. basically.
I had a great time. There was even scones and clotted cream. I was in British heaven.
The Haiku theme? Hair
Well, Ah didnae plan ahead (no pun intended)
This is what you get:
The front door opened
T’was Ian, “I brought you these”
Sigh, my heart melted
My l’il one picked me flowers
I love him to death
* There was an Urban Legend of sorts going around (still is) when I was a kid, that if you touched the yellow part of dandelions and got the yellow on you, you’d pee the bed that night. I must’ve touched a ton of them growing up.
Thanks to AlmostAmerican for this: Dandelion in French is ‘pissenlit’. (’lit’=bed)