It seems like such a simple meal, tea and toast, it’s meagre almost. So why on earth would I even consider it a meal? Recently I was asked if I could eat in any restaurant, anywhere in the world, what would I have?
I paused for a minute to gather myself. Wracked my brains to think of a restaurant that I’d eaten in over the past few years; was there an outstanding meal?
Outstanding? I’ve eaten some beautiful food, don’t get me wrong but something that sticks in my memory?
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath then stepped into my “mind palace“. I visualised myself sitting at a table, looked down at the plate and saw……
Tea and toast.
I’m a huge fan of tea and I’m very specific about how I like it too but on this occasion the tea was fairly mediocre. The toast was cold and dry and there was none of that sugary caramelisation that you get from bringing a slice of toast just to point of mild incineration. The butter was rock hard, so I put the foil-wrapped pat under my teacup to melt it a little and make it more spreadable.
The entire meal though was like beautiful nectar.
I ate every single morsel with one shaky hand.
In the crook of my other arm lay a brand new pink baby.
Thank you to Sinéad from Bumbles of Rice blog who just sent me her recent picture of the real tea & toast (below). Congratulations to her on her arrival of her bumble of pink!
The best meal I’ve ever eaten was tea and toast. What was yours?
I’m feeling a bit under the weather and consequently not able to go to Taste of Dublin. I’m consoling myself this morning with a pot of hot, strong tea and a slice of buttered toast. What a gourmet meal!