This says it all —
Today is National Potato Day! A potato prepared any way is one of my very favorite foods, so I couldn’t let the day pass without including. What could be better than pairing tea with potatoes? The best, right? Almost heaven! Soooo this Tuesday is not only Tea Tuesday but Tea and Potato Tuesday.
1 stick butter, melted
1 ¼ cups milk
4 cups self-rising flour
Pinch baking soda
3 tablespoons sugar
1 stick butter, room temperature
3 tablespoons honey
¼ teaspoon cinnamon
Mix together the sweet potatoes, butter and milk until well blended. Stir in the flour, baking soda and sugar.
Shape the dough into a ball and knead about 10 times on a well-floured surface. Roll the dough out about ¾ inch thick and cut with a 2-inch biscuit cutter. (Makes about 18 biscuits.)
Bake on a greased pan in a 400 degree oven 15 – 20 minutes, until just turning golden brown.
Whip the honey cinnamon butter ingredients together in a small bowl. Serve biscuits warm with the butter.
Recipe from Mama Dip’s Kitchen cookbook
Once you’ve been to your first tea room, you’ll be hooked. My first experience was at Laura’s Tea Room in Ridgeway, SC. From the moment we pulled into the quaint community of Ridgeway, I knew it was going to be a treat.
Through the front doors brings you to an old fashioned gift store. You can purchase anything and everything tea!
Up the stairs to find the perfect hat for tea.
Then to choose your special tea cup and saucer for your tea experience.
Tea time is wonderful in this Southern style, light, airy room.
Situated between Charlotte, NC and Columbia, SC, just a short drive off I-77, it’s a perfect destination on a Spring day! On a green, St. Patrick’s Day!
Mom’s Mama came from New Brunswick, I can’t quite remember the name of the town, but it was along the Miramichi River. Mama came to care for mom and her brother and sister when their mom died in child birth (giving birth to my mom) later marrying grandpa.
Along with Mama came her brown teapot and the time-honored tradition of drinking afternoon tea. So even though tea may not run through our veins, we were adopted into a love for tea. My mom spent many an afternoon drinking tea with her Mama, so naturally she began the treasured tradition with my sister and me. I can’t speak for my sister, she is eight years older and was out of high school before I have a recollection of arriving home from school, but many a day I’d walk in the house after school and find mom putting on the tea water.
Those times of tea and chatting helped keep me grounded and on the high road. It brought joy and comfort. I always had a place to go to share my not so good days and my great days. I had someone who would cheer me on. No matter what the day brought, it all seemed better over a cup of tea.