Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to Max and Collin’s diligently defiant and marvellously Machiavellian parlour located in the splendidly scenic city of Lancaster, Mor Ire.
True, perhaps, some have called it a ramshackle old relic inhabited only by the lowest and most desperate fiends that even Hull itself refuses to harbour, but we consider that such people are merely embittered that they have not yet received an invitation.
Well, October with all its deadly delights is now behind us and we are about to enter the month of November, or as we are going to call in from now on Poe-vember. Yes, that’s right, tea time in the parlour this month is going to have a decidedly Gothic flavour, helped along by numerous naughty references to the master of Gothic Fiction, Edgar Allan Poe. (Any Poe-related puns, links or other whimsies are welcome in the comments section)
And so to kick things off in the parlour this morning, we will be listening to a recording of our favourite short story, Ligeia, read by Peter Yearsly as part of the Librivox project which is currently looking for volunteers to read and record books in the public domain….
Hm, is it true we wonder? Can one really defy death just by wishing it so? Surely having the right coat comes into play at some point? Hm, what’s that? Oh, Max says that boots are the deciding factor; apparently one can evade death entirely if one is wearing the right pair of boots… well that doesn’t help an octopus like me much does it?
Still, nevermind, we are hardly dealing with jeopardy here this morning, Montmorency is not even awake yet and thanks to our enterprises last week we did manage to pay the rent on time so we can get on with more important things like our First Of The Month Tea Ceremony! If you would like to welcome in the month of Poevember with a lot of sillyness then please feel free to join in…
The Sacred Tea for Poevember is Yerba Mate.
The Sacred Ceremonial Garb for Poevember is The Warming Tea Scarf
Poevember was gifted to us by The Powers That Tea, so that we could stand outside in the cold and the dark, drinking bonfire-flavoured Yerba Mate and reflecting on the fact that it is probably not very nice to burn people on bonfires or blow each other up, or shoot at each other with guns. Important messages which, like a nice flavoursome Chai, need mulling over, lest we forget.
The Scared Ritual for the first of Poevember is as follows:
Red the poppies of the field
Red the blood that has been spilled
Green the tea this day we make
Green the life, not ours to take
I solemnly swear to accept the gift of the month of Poevember as a month for contemplating endings and beginnings, for comforting those who grieve, for celebrating and enriching the lives of those around me. I will honour the Powers That Tea by drinking Yerba Mate with respect and acknowledging that its life-giving goodness is a divine gift to all, not to be hoarded or monopolized by one group of greedy guzzlers. As a mark of this vow I will wear my Sacred Tea Scarf every day during the month of Poevember.
I solemnly swear that I am up to a lot of good… although it may not seem like it at the time.
Splendid! And later we will be hitting the streets of Lancaster in our Warming Tea Scarves to bring joy and happiness to all the little street urchins by giving them … things…not quite sure what yet we haven’t planned that far… but sure we’ll think of something. In the meantime we are just going to enjoy a lovely cup of Yerb Mate along with this amazing Poe Tribute Cake by Sprinkle Bakes (which is fast becoming one of our favorite baking blogs, the recipes are simply blowing us away!)
Mrs Baker will be in her soup kitchen tomorrow with Heather White and we will be back in the parlour on Thursday with some treacherous Tea @ Three so, until then, be always