Families were gathered in their courtyards, drinking tea, eating or preparing food.
He was drinking tea, eating a baked apple, one of twelve my sister baked for him every ten days.
Sweet Tea Eating at Two Sisters Kitchenn feels a little like coming home, and only in part because it's inside an old house.
"They drank tea, ate croissants," she said.
Olive drank more tea, ate more toast, and then overdosed on all of her tablets.
Go to local hall, chuck your child in some sort of baby pit, drink tea, eat biscuits, talk in full sentences about non-CBeebies related issues, absolve responsibility for an hour.
We drink herbal tea, eat mango cake and then tour the garden, which is magical: there's macadamia, ginger, naranjilla, datura, and several strange fruits I've never seen before.
The premise was simple: people go along, drink tea, eat cake and discuss death: not to be morbid, just to raise awareness and to "help people make the most of their (finite) lives".
Check out the tiny under-stairs reading room (showcasing Russian fanzines on my visit) and drop by for the free monthly letter-writing club where you can sip tea, eat cookies and hammer away on the typewriters.
I was fine, too, in the sense that every day I would get out of bed in the morning, walk for an hour, go to the library and work on problem sets, drink tea, eat yogurt and bananas and falafel, avoid seeing people, rent a movie, and then fall asleep watching it.
They simply live with the dolls: have tea, eat supper, hang out.
