Funny how different we are! My husband loves these little pinwheels coated in white chocolate, or a Kitkat. Me, I’m happy with a digestive. I can dunk it, or eat it covered in crumbly cheese. I really don’t mind. The one immutable is coffee, when I first get out of bed.
Don’t you love the tiny Portuguese cups? Ideal size for a bica, but seldom used in my home. If we have a tradesman at the house I always hesitantly offer coffee. Often the response is a rueful head shake. Sometimes a polite request for water. Leaving me in no doubt that my coffee making skills are far below par. How do they know? My reputation appears to have traveled.
The sturdy tray was decoupaged for me by my daughter, as a useful gift to carry my cuppa all the way up to the roof terrace. I am a bit prone to get two thirds of the way up, a cup in one hand, plate in the other and a book or two under my arm, and trip…. Ribbon cascades of coffee down white walls… not a good look!
So what’s new in the Algarve right now? Su started Teatime in the blogosphere to nourish and cheer us all up in gloomy times. I’m happy to say that gradually the gloom is rolling back, here. With caution. Our restaurants and cafés have been open for a couple of weeks, and we are becoming more relaxed about meeting in small groups. Masks are still mandatory in enclosed spaces. And still no touching, though I find it hard not to lay a sympathetic hand on an arm. Full blown hugs feel a long way off. Cake isn’t really a consolation for that, but it’s all I can offer, for now.
Do help yourself! I hope things are getting better in your part of the world?