Yesterday, I had planned on doing a whole post on my mother and why she is so fabulous. There are so many things I could have said, and I had even chosen the most wonderful picture of her. But instead I decided to throw a brunch in her honour. And as my super powers don't extend quite as far as hers...that's as far as I got. But lunch was wonderful. I had also invited some friends of my parents, after all, it was my mother's day and she deserved to enjoy herself with good friends.
I was duly inspired by Cheryl's whole "high tea" experience. I am sure that "high tea" is steeped (pardon the pun) in rich tradition. But alas, I am not British and more a fly by the seat of my pants, make it up as I go sort of gal, so I probably got it all wrong and served all sorts of things I shouldn't have, starting with wine instead of tea. My hosts, of course, had no idea where my inspiration might have come from and very graciously declared that the whole event was very "west coastish."
As far as plans go, or don't go, I had initially wanted to take advantage of the sunny streak of weather we'd been enjoying and to eat outside on the deck. Naturally it didn't once cross my mind that the weather wasn't in the least bit interested in cooperating with me. In fact, I had worried that perhaps it would be a little too warm. But the sunshine did not have me scheduled in, forcing me once again to improvise. So from within, we watched stormy clouds, rain and eventually a rainbow. I guess we didn't miss the sunshine too much.
I won't go into too much detail about what I served, as the pictures give you a pretty good sampling. For me, certain combinations please without fail. The hidden surprise in the profiterals were cherries...with Swiss chocolate, mmm...
I hope all you mothers out there had a wonderful Mother's day.