It's called the breakfast room
The small room we added on to the back of the house
The room that looks as if it was a porch
That we enclosed with sliding doors.
And it is where we have breakfast
when we're home
It's always the blue and white Spode Blue Italian dishes
(because they're handiest)
Always a French press of coffee for Husband Jim
And a teapot of P G Tips for me
A mug for Jim's coffee
A cup and saucer for my tea
A blue and white "orphan" creamer that we usually use for everyday milk
And a white linen napkin in a silver ring
(although they did not come from Italy -- the white linen reminds me of Italy
and our time in Positano)
Breakfast this particular morning
A baked apple pancake
Served family style
If it's eggs or pancakes, I'll plate in the kitchen
If it's a frittata, a baked pancake or Featherbed eggs, I serve at the table
A slice of pancake
A cup of tea
My beloved blue and white
But . . .
if I find myself alone . . .
I'll often use the set of
Mason's Manchu blue and white
A breakfast set
coffee pot, sugar, creamer, bowl and plate,
cup and saucer, toast rack (or cooler as Jim calls it)
and a muffin dish
Used not to have a solitary breakfast at a table
but rather to be put on a tray
And a loyal servant would deliver it to the
mistress of the house
So that she could have breakfast in bed
Alas, I'm the cook as well as the mistress
And so when I use the Manchu,
it's not in bed but in the breakfast room
But it is just me --
I like setting a pretty table
For just me
For a crowd
Not just for dinner
But for breakfast as well
And lunch, too, for that matter.
It's just being nice to yourself.
And making yourself (and your husband)
Oh, and there's always flowers
or a blooming plant on the table as well
(or perhaps in midwinter, a bowl of fruit)
Flowers are a luxury I can't pass up
And a meal without flowers
Would be like a day without sunshine!
It's Thursday and my breakfast table will be joining Susan at Between Naps On the Porch for Tablescape Thursday.