Caros Audiophiles, let me continue the food theme started yesterday by MFM. First, we need a lime cheesecake. You have not yet had time to try yesterday's recipe, I hear you cry?!? Luckily for you, I have prepared one for you. So we have our party soul food.
But every party needs to swing. And so next, inspired by JdB's small but discerning ancient vinyl record collection which has been marinating in our hearts since two days ago, we add a healthy measure of 1930s picante jumping jive.
And the culinary result? Everybody eats when they come to my house! Permit Cab Calloway to explain:
Here in England of course I should invite you for a tea party. With a slice of remaining cheesecake? Because, as you probably have heard, no matter how busy our day, at 4pm, Everything stops for tea:
Every nation in creation has its favourite drink:
France is famous for its wine, it's beer in Germany
Turkey has its coffee and they serve it blacker than ink
Russians go for vodka
and England loves its tea.
Oh, the factories may be roaring with a boom-a-lacka zoom-a-lacka wee
But there isn't any roar when the clock strikes four
Everything stops for tea.
Oh, a lawyer in the courtroom in the middle of an alimony plea
Has to stop and help them pour when the clock strikes four
Everything stops for tea.
It's a very good English custom
Though the weather be cold or hot
When you need a little pick-up, you'll find a little tea cup will always hit the spot.
You remember Cleopatra had a date to meet Mark Anthony at three
When he came an hour late she said "You'll have to wait"
For everything stops for tea.
Oh, they may be playing football and the crowd is yelling "Kill the referee!"
But no matter what the score, when the clock strikes four
Everything stops for tea.
Oh, the golfer may be golfing and is just about to make a hole-in-three
But it always gets them sore when the clock yells "four!"
Everything stops for tea.
It's a very good English custom, and a stimulant for the brain
When you feel a little weary, a cup will make you cheery
And it's cheaper than champagne.
Now I know just why Franz Schubert didn't finish his Unfinished Symphony
He might have written more but the clock struck four
And everything stops for tea.
But in case you are reading this at breakfast time, let us return to MFM's original post and reflect on Jane Austen's dilemma:
"How do you like your eggs in the morning?":
I wonder if Jane Austen would have approved!
A proxima.
PO
Very good post, PO. Especially the last video, with Dean Martin singing in his "slightly" broken and drunk voice. I presume he was never sober when he sang. Thank God for that, because that's what made of him such a fine artist...
ResponderEliminarExcellent post, P! And I keep saying: I don't know whether I prefer your musical taste or the way you write! It's such glorious English! A little story that is indirectly connected to the "glorious English": when, in my early twenties, I was a nanny for an English family, I remember being "astounded" when little Sam started pouring "English" words out of his mouth!!! Silly, I know, but that's exactly how I felt. I had never been with an English child in my life! Bjs. pcp
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