One of the things I loved most about New Zealand culture was when you went over to people’s houses, young or old or whatever, they would put the kettle on, and serve some tea with biscuits. And every person always had biscuits (cookies) or a cake or a pie that they could cut up and serve with the tea and coffee. It was so perfectly English and proper and quaint. I wish I had kept up that tradition! My very proper Mother would be so proud. And I would serve perfect little things like this:
Could these cupcakes look anymore delicious? Get in my belly.