Spreading chicken salad on a slice of bread swept me away to a time when I was four.
“Let’s have a tea party,” I’d say to mom.
Mom would bring out little sandwiches on little plates and place them on a little table. Our party was complete with little cups and a little silver tea pot.
Now, decades later I’m making sandwiches and brewing tea–mom’s lunch request. I pour the tea into mugs and arrange four triangular sandwiches on a little plate.
A tea party once more.