This morning nobodysreadingme was on about a Leeds University study about when milk should be added to tea. I have no idea why anyone would add milk to tea in the first place much less whether it should be put in the cup first, then pour the tea or vice versa.
Ok, so I’m an American and an Italian-American at that and tea is not much of an Italian thing. I actually researched that and it turns out Italians only drink tea at home when they are feeling ill.
Personally, I like tea and for many years I was a tea fanatic – no tea bags, loose tea only, lots of brewing methods tho my favorite teapot looked like this. Even though I drank coffee from a young age, including espresso, somewhere along the line I developed a taste for tea. Some folks would remember me as a tea drinker rather than a coffee drinker. Still. I never in my life put milk in my tea. Lemon – Yes. Honey – Yes. Sugar – No. And I liked my tea strong and dark. Why in the name of all that is holy would anyone put milk in tea?
As for cookies – Ally Bean wrote about chocolate morsels and by extension chocolate chip cookies. While I do like chocolate, a lot, I do not like chocolate chip cookies. Actually I don’t really like cookies much at all. I like my sweets, well, not sweet for starters. And preferably containing fruit (which kinda makes them healthy? Please say yes.) Fruit pies – oh my! Any kind of fruit, put it in a pie, Oh my!
I like my sweets soft and gooey (and fruity) and cookies just don’t tend to be soft and gooey. My mother was a lousy cook but a great baker and cookies were her specialty, tho I must admit she made one hell of a fabulous coconut crunch apple pie and her hamantaschen was without peer nevermind the cream puffs and cannoli. Anyway, one cookie she never made was chocolate chip cookies. I do not recall eating chocolate chip cookies ever when I was a kid.
There was one cookie that I loved and it was really not a cookie at all, and my mother never made them. But my Aunt Mary, bless her heart, always made them just for me. If Aunt Mary knew we were coming over you can bet there would be a tray of MY cookies. I remember Aunt Mary telling people “No, those are for Grace”.
These wondrous confections, are called Italian Ribbon cookies. Or rainbow cookies or a bunch of other names. They are actually little cakes. And they are a royal pain in the patootie to make. It wasn’t until I attempted to make them myself that I felt an even greater love for my Aunt Mary.
If you mention cookies then those marvelous soft, gooey, fruity, chocolatey delights are what I think of; the look of them, the taste of them. Those wonderful cookies that my Aunt Mary made for me – just for me.