And of course, a pot of clean, clear tea to cut right through the richness for balance.
I can eat "tea" at any time of the day, at breakfast, lunch, dinner, brunch, tea and all times in between, so when I met up with Raqvind and Evi for dinner and they suggested a tea-type dessert, I was practically hopping with excitement and went for a casual, summery look to match the chi-chi rattan decor of TWG (and I recently got my nails painted this delightful custardy colour).
Cutout blouse - Topshop. Vintage-coloured jeans - Uniqlo.
Lace-up oxford heels - Paris. Faux pearls - Minikin.
Rings - MOMA, Thomas Sabo
TWG has all the things to make you feel like you're having a quintessential tea-time experience - white tablecloths, fancy wicker chairs, potted plants and massive tea pots ensconced in weird spaceship-like pot warmers. (Yes, it's the one at Ion, no, this is not an advertisement, I wish, they were paying me.)
We tucked in, I with various tea-flavoured macarons and a pot of white tea, Evi with scones and Raqvind with a wicked-looking chocolate tart.
Thank you, colonial masters, if you've left us with an inferiority complex and severely dented self-esteem, at least we can sit back and nurse them with a buttered scone and a cup of earl grey.